bitchin beaches we went to several different beaches. a and b snorkeled with the sea turtles. g's snorkel was uncooperative. he needed to practice with it before trying to just swim out into the rocky waves. kind of a dumb plan in hindsight. g had a blast at the boogie board beach. went there twice. the first time, the beautiful and talented alisa was amused by watching me trying to not watch the beautiful butts stripping off to their itty bitty bikinis right in front of me. hey, my blood is red. the second time the locals were out cause it was good friday and they didn't have school. that's when g decided to master the boogie board. one of the pre teen girls had a real fuckmouth. called someone a dootch. apparently cause they splashed her and got her wet while swimming in the ocean. the horror. sandball boy spelled it for me, douche. ahh. i wondered if she knows what a dootch is. anywho. the best beach was the 9am beach just north of the airport. we didn't know it was the 9am beach the first time we went there at 9am california time. the road was unimproved. which really means, not suitable for rental cars. the road was made by driving a heavy roller over a lava field a few times to kinda break up the a'a. somewhat. we bounced and jounced slowly along in our unsuitable car. cause what the heck. it's a rental. very pretty beach. big. not crowded. okay snorkeling. at the last beach, alisa had what g had previously. poor dear. this was the beautiful beach. the usual pod of fat tourists was absent from this beach. it seemed to be exclusively for the beautiful people. i kinda envied the folks in the houses right next to this beach. they could engage in some surf snogging before the tourists showed up with their kiddies. then have breakfast. hrm. i sense motivation to help plan the next trip.  ¶ 8:00 AM