One of the main reasons that we opted to spend a night in one of the grass shacks at Malaekahana was that it came with a fire pit.

You called a guy who, a half hour later, showed up with a small truckload of firewood and made a big beautiful fire.

The shaka sign is widely used by Hawaiian locals. It’s pretty universal and can mean anything from “cool” to “thank you.” This is me doing, trying to look tough, throwing up a double(!) shaka.

We had wine, sake and ice cream (given to us by the very nice people in the neighboring shack) by the fire, pretty much the perfect camping “dinner.”

The fire guy came back several times to dump giant logs onto our glorious blaze, it kept burning long after we had fallen asleep, lulled by the sound of the crackling fire and the waves crashing on the beach. Pretty much a perfect night.

Dramatic backlight on the boardwalk along Waikiki Beach.

Makes me think of this song, which for some reason has been in my head for days now. Love it.

I’m wearing an old tank from H&M that since has been mysteriously shredded in my laundry machine and a crochet cardigan I found at H&M a few weeks ago and fell instantly in love with. The necklace is my guardian angel, given to me by my parents 15 years ago, I always wear it when I fly.