Noon: 11deg 40min South, 143deg 30min West. Traveling from Nuku Hiva to Rangiroa. Funny how a single day visiting an island makes a sea day interesting again – even tho there were eight sea days before Nuku Hiva.
Assorted thoughts:
Haircut
Since I moved to California in 2006, I’ve used the same barber. He’s 10 minutes from work – $12, 15 minutes and I’m back to it. Even after retiring I dive the 30 minutes to use him, as local barbers cost 2 to 3 times more for half the haircut. I spent 10 years in the Army, so I’m not big into fancy styling. But my beard was starting to get a bit bushy, and today is a sea day, so what the heck.
One hour and forty-five minutes later I walked out of the boutique with a more controlled beard, slightly less hair on top and an earful of “you need to exfoliate you skin weekly”. I was rubbed, scrubbed, soaped, masked and hot toweled between each. He seemed to follow the tradition of barbers adding more grey to my hair. Must be a union thing.
I also got my first “you look like George Lucas” comment of the cruise. Take that for what it’s worth.
Mahi-mahi
Tonight, I returned to the Hot Rock restaurant with the intent to let them cook another Filet and Prawn dinner for me, when the waiter said “…and today’s fish special is Mahi-mahi.”
I almost gave myself whiplash with how fast I changed my plan.
My Dad was in the Navy, so I lived in Hawaii twice for a total of about three years. You get spoiled with your seafood. And I love me some Mahi-mahi. It wasn’t until he said it that I realized it had been almost 20 years since I had some.
It was great. Like all the other food.