Diary of One Month in Honolulu/Day 3
Got up early for a swim before breakfast and feel as if I were sixteen. The only way to find enervation here is to sit around and invite it to call on you.
Motored this afternoon. Went around Diamond Head first. View of land and sea is superb. Then out Manoa Valley—the broad valley we see from the hotel. The streets and homes are beautiful and the mountains tower close and green on three sides with a wonderful sea view on the fourth.
Then we went to the Pali. No use in trying to write anything about that—the scene is too marvelous. Don't think I breathed for five minutes after we reached the brow. Motored right to the edge of the precipice. Jack was so astonished that he couldn't even ask questions—just looked. He asked them on the way back, though.
The flowering trees here are as impossibly brilliant as the fish. I used to make them like that when I was a kiddie with a paint box, and mother used to scold me for not sticking to nature. Wish she could see these.