When we first got to Oahu, we were kind of in a mad panic to see and do everything. Our first couple of days on the island consisted of waking up early, going sightseeing, staying out late, and dragging of exhausted bodies back to the hotel. On about day three, we finally slept in and it was GLORIOUS. I love sleep. Especially blissful honeymoon sleep. I highly recommend it!
After that wonderful day of rest, we took a more relaxing approach to our honeymoon. One day we decided to rent a car and drive to the North Shore. We didn’t have a destination in mind, which was great! It was fun just driving, kind of like a mini road trip. The North Shore goes on forever.
Oh, hello Paradise.
We stopped often along the way whenever we wanted to stretch our legs or fill our bellies. Mr. Warbs wanted to see the maze at the Dole Plantation, so we poked around there for a bit. He thought he could beat the world’s largest maze. My silly, misguided husband. We spent maybe 10 minutes in the maze before he gave up. I think he was a bit claustrophobic. Or painfully aware of his poor maze-solving skills. I have photos of him attempting to re-route us through the maze, but I’ll save him the embarrassment…
Here’s a photo of him practicing his backstroke!
We passed a ton of little secluded beaches and jumped in for a dip when we got hot. If you’ve been following my posts you will remember that I wrote about my decision to finally learn to swim. Well, I can report that…I can now float. But that’s pretty much it. You guys, I don’t know what happened. Oh, wait, yes I do. I was planning a wedding, working, and trying to overcome a childhood phobia. Two out of three ain’t bad, right? Some members of the hive questioned whether or not I was giving myself a reasonable amount of time (at the time less than six months), and you ladies were absolutely right. I barely learned how to tread water. But that didn’t stop me from getting into the water. I didn’t go very far in while we were on Oahu, but I was able to float with the assistance of a boogie board in Maui pretty far out in the water. Of course, I don’t have any photographic evidence, because Mr. Warbs never let me go into the water by myself and I didn’t care enough to ask a stranger to take a photo of me trying not to drown. So you’ll just have to take my word for it. I swear on cheesecake, you guys.
Up until our honeymoon, I had never seen a waterfall. Well, other than the Hoover Dam. I’M JUST KIDDING. I know that doesn’t count. It was beautiful! If you’re driving up the North Shore, I would definitely recommend stopping by Waimea Falls. You have to take a hike to the waterfall itself, but it’s a paved road, which didn’t make it feel like a hike at all. It took us about 20 minutes going downhill and 30 minutes going back uphill. Definitely worth it! And you get to see all kinds of gorgeous plants and wildlife along the way.
This sign was posted about halfway through our hike to the waterfall. Too late to turn back now!
That water was freaking freezing.
Speaking of wildlife, Waimea Falls has a ton of peacocks. Seriously, they’re everywhere. Oh, and they’re fabulous, and they know it. One peacock stalked me in the parking lot. I guess it was offended that I was wearing pretty much the same outfit that it was wearing.
We circled each other.
Finally, I caved. Peacocks = the divas of the bird family.
First, I want to start off with a little disclaimer. If you plan to hike Diamond Head, don’t do it on the same day you choose to sleep in. Like way in. So, if you want to hike Diamond Head but it’s high noon, I would recommend going another day. Yup, we started our hike up to Diamond Head at noon on probably the hottest day of our honeymoon. I’m not a hiker. I don’t like to sweat, and I’ve yet to master proper breathing techniques while exercising. So in short, Diamond Head was not my idea. Warning: getting married may cause you to do things you hate for the person you love.
It was probably payback for making him watch Sex and the City. The movie. The second movie.
Not only did we start our hike late, we also took the bus there. The bus drops you off right outside of the entrance, and you still have to walk through a tunnel and into the park before you get to the trail. I was already tired at this point. The beginning of the trail is paved, but eventually it leads the way to an uneven rocky path winding around the crater, then 74 steps, a tunnel, and then 99 very steep steps. After that you have to walk up 43 more steps in a lighted tunnel before you get to the top. There is an alternate route at this point, but I wouldn’t recommend it for people who are afraid of heights, like me. I couldn’t brave those final steps, so I technically never reached the top of the crater.
See those stairs on the left? That’s where I stopped. I get freaked out just looking at this!
On average it takes people one-and-a-half to two hours round trip. It took us more like two-and-a-half to three hours because I had to keep stopping. Some of the people who managed to pass me were: a mother holding her child while wearing Crocs, a slew of barefoot people, an elderly woman with a cane, and a man with a freaking portable oxygen tank. I’m not even kidding, I’m that pathetic.
Mrs. Warbler = a hot mess.
Here’s a photo of how much farther we had to go.
Here’s a photo of Mr. Warbs coming back down after realizing I was NOT behind him.
I just couldn’t do it. The straight shot up terrified me. I couldn’t help but look to the left or right and just see all the open air. I got to maybe the halfway point on sheer stubbornness, but had to turn back. Mr. Warbs went on without me and took some photos.
Hey, I made it more than halfway. Doesn’t that count for something?
Up next: Maui, and then it’s wedding recap time!