Snorkeling in Oahu

This past Sunday was tragically our last day in Oahu (during my post med-school/pre-residency sabbatical, part 2 – Hawai’i), but before we were to leave, we had plans to dip into the ocean one last time, along with some snorkeling gear, guided by James’ long-time friend, Jeff!  I was ever so excited for this, as the last time I had snorkeled was with some kiddy-gear in the Kennedy pool back-in-the-day during my childhood (looking back, that was an awesome toy!).  We met up at Kahe Beach Park, selected by our snorkeling-savvy friend.  It’s strategically located adjacent to an electricity plant, from which flows a large pipe of clean, heated water, about 40 feet below the ocean’s surface, thus creating a unique ecosystem, harboring an abundant and diverse gathering of fish and other wildlife for many-a snorkelers and divers to enjoy alike!


As I prepared for the day, packing and plunging into my bathing suit, I recalled Jeff’s words, “you guys are ok with going over 40-foot drop-offs?” and “when we get out there, the important thing is to breathe normal, don’t freak out!”  …I was starting to freak out…  a little anyway.  I couldn’t help but think about what I always think about now-a-days when I go off and do something semi-adventurous/risky, what will happen to Andy if James and/or I die (lovely imagination we parents have…)?  Jeff’s wife, Christina, so graciously offered to watch the now 16 month-old Andy for us.  Fortunately Jeff and Christina are close family friends and have all the contact info for James’ family… and at least James has a living will… mine is still on the to-do list… oops… need to work on that, I thought to myself.


Looking over the ocean, you could see its surface, over the spot to which we were aiming to snorkel, a small ripple of turbulent water created by the gush of warm water spewing from the pipe below.  Kinda freaky…. but I trusted Jeff’s advice to go there and was also comforted by the number of others snorkeling and diving around the area.


After all of this anticipation plus what I think was 4 trips from our spot on the beach back to the car to retrieve Andy-snacks, diapers, and other forgotten or unanticipated items, we finally grabbed our gear and headed for sea.  Wait, no, I had to go to the bathroom one more time!  Jeff had us wipe the inside of our goggles with a special solution for the fog.  We rinsed everything off, then slipped on the flippers, next pulled on the goggles.  We made sure the goggles were nice and snug… Then we were off!  Finally!  I was somewhat nervous about setting out, as I knew there were shallow rocks and coral, but the flippers provided great foot protection to walk or stand on the coral if needed, the waves were very small, and the coral was not really very sharp if you are just walking on it anyways.  Soon we were cruising atop the water, looking down at the fishies!  As we were new to the practice, Jeff had James and I practice our snorkel “dives” a couple times before heading out to deeper waters.  Mildly distracted by our GoPro camera as we attempted to document the adventure, we were a bit slow at first, but in short time caught on to the breathing and swimming patterns we needed to use.  We didn’t even have to travel 20 feet seaward before we encountered tons of beautiful fish and coral.  I began to feel my fears melt away as I dove down, over and over, getting up-close and personal with some of the breath-takingly exquisitely vivid wild life.

Jeff pointed to the itty-bitty little bubble shaped sacks in the water, “these are, blah-blah-blah’s, tiny little harmless jellyfish,” he shared (he told us their name, but of course my brain has long since discarded that info).  As the swim progressed, I began to doubt his claim to total harmlessness, as I felt all over my body tiny little stinging zaps throughout my swim.  They weren’t anything to cry about, and left no mark, so I carried on, not worrying about it too much.  Later during the swim, Jeff did say that he was getting stung too, and admitted he had spied several other tiny jellies with their tiny stingers out and about (some other species that of course Jeff knew the name of and yes I instantly forgot it as well) most likely encountered in such high frequency due to the nearing of the next full moon.


We soon approached the great pipe.  From the water’s surface, we gazed down what Jeff had said was 40 feet to the bottom of the ocean.  Dotting it’s surface were several divers sauntering around.  I could feel the sudden change of water temperature and my fears came creeping back to stifle my child-like mermaid-mode-joy, as I now imagined the possibility of rip tides and other scary current-things.  We converged at the water’s surface, “you can really feel that gush of warm water!” James said.  “Yeah, it’s kinda freaky!” I chimed in.  Jeff nodded, “Some snorkelers will dive all the way down to entrance of that pipe, but I prefer to kind of keep my distance.”  I was relieved to hear this.


giant outflow pipe from the electric plant

After maybe 60 seconds of discussion, we went back to take some pictures around the pipe only to find we had drifted nearly 30 feet from the pipe we were just looking over.  Oh boy.  But we swam back, took some pictures, took a minute to enjoyed the dense cloud of fish surrounding the entire area, and then headed south to look for sea turtles.  After maybe twenty more minutes of swimming and photographing around in the ocean with various beautiful golden, white, blue, and pink fishies, Jeff stopped to ask us if we thought we wanted to go on.  I responded to my motherly instincts, always tugging at me now, and said I was a little concerned about Andy, so we started to head back.


Those brief moments while we were kicking it back in were the fleeing moments of completely and total joy that I enjoyed during this swim, as I felt like I was really freed from all worry and could just savor everything.  I had already discarded the GoPro, so I didn’t have to worry about that, James and Jeff were no longer swimming off in separate directions that I had to keep track of, and Andy was soon to be back in my arms.  I savored the water rushing through my hair, the dawdling groups of fishies letting me join their little schools for a second, the speed and depth I could go with those powerful fins attached to my feet, and the clarity through which I could view everything!  I didn’t want it to end!  But at the same time by virtue it had to.  I can’t wait to go back again!

We never did bump into any sea turtles, unfortunately.  Jeff was much more dismayed at this, however, than I was, as the whole experience was awesome enough to write home about ;).  We followed up this glorious experience with some glorious sushi, and reluctantly said goodbye to our friends as we headed for our next flight: to Maui!


Working On My Old Europe Blog – Spain

Please see my latest page, all about my trip to Spain! It was a long time ago, and doubtlessly many of you have read it years ago, but here is what I’ve edited so far!

Fanciful Flight, A Diary from my 2011 European Adventure

Stuck in Japan

Well we are off. Finally!*
*note* this post is being posted about 1.5 weeks after it was written!

Why do I say finally? In the past, it has always been with heavy heart that I return from a trip abroad! I LOVE traveling! …Let me just start by saying…  It’s been such an insane time trying to get back.

On this trip, everything was very tentatively planned…and our plans for coming home from Japan somehow all went out the window. A few days ago, I wasn’t really sure if we were going to get back to the States at all for Father’s Day. Stuck we were, in Japan. But praise The Lord, we shall make it back for Father’s Day! At least if nothing else comes up. We are on our final leg of the flying part. State bound, with a 30 minute tram ride, a 3.5 hour bus ride, and a 15 minute car ride left to go. There are no tickets home after our 2 pm bus ride so in this instance, like many instances throughout the trip, if we don’t make it to that 2pm bus…we have no backup plan. So I pray we make it.

Why am I so concerned about a backup plan? Who needs a backup plan? Backup plans are important, turns out… Especially when flying space A… Especially when traveling during peak tourist season… In one such a case, if you can make a backup plan-do it! What happened? Why were we stuck in Japan? So, during our grand post-first-year-of-med-school  vacation to Seattle/Portland sometime amid family and friend visit time, we were lucky enough to nab a set of seats (and they were next the each other!) for $17.50 a pop over to Japan from the Seattle airport! Yay!!! Space A! Time to visit friends in Japan!

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And…  then … after our seven days of pleasant touring around the city of Tokyo, we tried to go home to the States the same way we had gotten to Japan: through Space Available. But then suddenly we found we couldn’t get back … uh oh. And guess what? We didn’t have a back up plan!

The first day we tried to go home, there were 3 flights with Space Available to the States; they all had lots and lots of open tentative seats.  It looked like our odds of getting home were so good we weren’t even worried about it. We woke up the morning of our wishful departure and packed our bags only to check the website right before leaving for the airport on base and find that all three flights had disappeared from the schedule over night. So we stayed at our friend’s house one night more to wait for our next chance. It came the next day: there were over 70 people trying to get on one plane to California with only five open seats. Needless to say we didn’t get on that one. The next two days drifted by as we waited at our hotel on base for our next chance at a practically free flight back to the states, but it never came. Flights appeared and disappeared from the projected schedule so often during that time, that we cycled continuously through the emotional roller coaster of hope and no hope in just the right sequence of events that we never did give in and buy the $1,000+/pc commercial airline tickets… until yesterday.

We are not at all sure what caused the incredibly consistent rescheduling and canceling of flights going back to the States, though we heard rumors of some plane maintenance issue being the root problem. James had been watching the flights for weeks previous to our trip and there had been so many consistent flights back from Japan that we didn’t even consider worrying about getting a flight home. I guess you could call it a false sense of security!

Yesterday morning, we woke hoping to sign up for the flight to going to Hawaii (not continental US, but close enough!). We slept in till 8, with the comfort of knowing the flight was on the schedule the night before only to wake up to find… the flight was cancelled. From there, everything was a frenzy. We fumbled about trying to decide… what to do? Give up on space A and buy a ticket and go? Now?

We tried to look at tickets for that day to Seattle and discovered it was too late to reserve tickets online! We tried the hotel phone to call a Japanese number with no luck. We both took quick showers, shoved everything in our bags and raced over to the lodge to check out and ask for a phone. The helpful lady there said we couldn’t use the hotel phones to call a 1-800 number from the base, it was too expensive; instead she suggested we use something like talkatone, a free app, to call the help line. Unfortunately, our accounts were both expired and it ate up yet more time for James to create a new account and finally make the call to the airport to ask about buying tickets.

It was more expensive to buy them so last minute – about $300 dollars more. (We probably should have just slowed down right about here and booked tickets for the next day.) But we so desperately wanted to get back home!  I told James to book it: a 2:30 flight; it last one out that day! We were nuts. It was already 10:15. I remember thinking to myself,

My phone estimates our train travel time is 2 hours and 15 minutes, and we have to be there 2 hours early. Ready. Set. Go!

We hiked out towards the train station, I was doing a half-jog, luggity-luggage behind me and all, James a few yards behind me, but I knew he would catch up (and he did). I checked my watch,

…already 15 minutes have passed and we haven’t even started our 2 hours and 15 minutes of train rides!

But as we exited the base gate there was hope-a fellow American Air Force family-a couple with two sweet kidlets driving a minivan offered us a ride! We gladly excepted, had a very lovely conversation, and thanked them profusely for their generosity. It saved us a lot of sweat under the hot Japan sun, however, the travel time ended up being the same or maybe just a bit faster than walking, as the traffic is so terrible in Japan!

The next problem we encountered was a big one: when we finally found an ATM to procure the critical yen we needed to buy our train tickets-our cards wouldn’t work. We concluded that our bank must have froze them because we had told them we were to have left Japan by yesterday!

Thinking wishfully, James and I stood, lost, in front of the self-service train ticket kiosk, flipping through all the touch screen options and staring awkwardly over at other customers – trying to see if there was anyway we could use a charge card to procure our train tickets. It seems futile. Another American-looking couple was heading our way. In desperation, I approached them,

“Excuse me, do you know if we can use credit cards on these ticket machines?”

The man looked as uncomfortable as I felt, or maybe it was just me. He said no, the kiosks only take yen, then offered to give us some yen in exchange for dollars. I told him in dismay that we didn’t have enough American dollars for what we needed … but I did have a checkbook! He looked soooo uncomfortable, “Sorry I don’t take checks from strangers.”

Biting back tears, I remember nodding to him, trying so hard to appear composed and understanding as they walked away, but the moment he turned around, I just totally lost it.

I feel so hopeless. We will miss the plane, the last one out today, AND we will have to pay for it on top of a new one for tomorrow! (It turns out, I was wrong about that last thought, but how was I to know? And all I knew was that we definitely didn’t have enough money in our account for that! But I was right about the first thought: securing yen without further delay to get on our train was our last hope for making it to the airport in time for our plane out that day!) I sobbed and James hugged me tightly. As he mopped up some tears falling from my cheek, he stayed calm. He asked, “What is your greatest fear right now?”

My answer: not getting home.

“We will get home,” he replied without hesitation. Despite my clouded perspective at the time, I knew he was right-why does faith shatter so easily?!? But I was so disheartened…

The couple I had approached had evidently stuck around long enough to overhear my nuclear meltdown; before James could wipe another tear from my eye, they were miraculously back! “Hey, we can give you some yen, you can just write us a check, how much do you need?” I was so happy I could have hugged him! At the same time I was in disbelief-how was this happening?

My hands were shaking as I wrote out the check. We thanked them over and over, James bought the train tickets, and we were on our way!

Hope renewed! However, on the trains, we encountered our next barrier: since the special rapid Chou line only runs at certain times, our second connection ended up being a plain old rapid Chou train… it took us about an hour instead of the estimated 36 minutes for that line.

We were running so late, but still held on to a smidgen of hope that we would at least arrive before the plane took off…that is until we reached the end of the city trains and arrived at the booth to buy our tickets for the final leg of our journey to the airport: as I had suspected-the train we wanted was a high speed train that only runs at certain times. The next one… was in 35 minutes…. Which meant it would arrive at the airport exactly 5 minutes before our plane took off. It was now officially hopeless.

James and I sat waiting for our train, about 35 bucks worth of yen left in our pockets. At least we were going to get to the airport and be one step closer to figuring out our way home. I didn’t care if we had to spend the night at the airport, we were going to get a ticket with a definite departure date, and that meant we were going to somehow make it to Portland for at least part of Father’s Day. Pulling out snacks from our stock of goods we had procured from the commissary, we made a lunch and reflected on the day’s chaos.

We had received so much wonderful help from others but it wasn’t quite enough to get us there on time! As we flew eastward on that high speed train, the cityscape transitioned to a more rural scene; the land opened up and rice patties rolled by, water beneath them sparkling in the sunshine.  I kept replaying the scene at the train station: where I broke down and James held me tight, what a comfort and a blessing! I knew we both felt like God was putting us through some kind of painful test, yet, I knew we were still so blessed and though we were not getting exactly what we wanted in our return trip to the States, He had continuously provided us with just enough to keep us going.

When we arrived at the airport it took a bit of walking but we found our way to the Korean Air airline departure check in. Perspectives adjusted, things were starting to look better already. Our credit card worked to buy new plane tickets for the next day, there was no fee for missing the plane we had reserved earlier that day (apparently because we never actually paid for the tickets), and we were able to secure a hotel not far from the airport at a reasonable price – airport shuttle service included! In regards to the ATM-rejected debit cards: we called our bank and found that the cards had never even been locked up-so I guess something must have been wrong with that ATM!

At this point, I was exhausted and had a throbbing migraine, I popped a Relpax and hustled off with James to take the shuttle to our hotel. It was a wacky little countryside Japanese hotel. We immediately noted the funny smells and the stiff little beds.

This pic makes it look larger than it is!

This pic makes it look larger than it is!

Thankfully, the window was able to be opened up nice and wide, our room had high speed internet AND, (I was especially excited to find) it was located a short walking distance from a convenience store. (Japanese convenience stores are the best!)

After what was AT LAST our FINAL Japanese dinner in Japan, acquired at about $10 from our hotel, we set out for a sunset stroll and for an adventure to investigate this convenience store in hopes to find ice cream.

Last Supper

Last Supper

Ghetto hotel!

Ghetto hotel!



BETTER than ice cream, we found the long sought Haagen Dazs mango ice cream sandwich, a delicacy which is cruelly pictured in larger-than-life advertisements posted across Tokyo regional trains far and wide.

crispy mango sandwich

In addition, we procured a delicious cream role – another Japanese delicacy which is sold all over in Japanese bakeries. Throughout the trip I kept wanting to try one! However, the correct situation to do so never arose – until that night at the convenience store. And so, we jokingly concluded, this must have been why we had to stay one more night in Japan!

Walking back to our hotel in almost complete darkness, James added a few new mosquito bites to his repertoire of itchy welts, but the end of the sunset sky was so beautiful and the night air so refreshing!

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Making the best of our evening, we sat up in bed watching Mulan, which we found to be semi-culturally related to our encounters on this trip. 🙂

That morning we slept in, ate our delicious cream role (tasted kinda like a fancy Twinkie), and made it to the airport with time to spare. To our pleasant surprise, we were able to credit our flight to our Delta Skymiles accounts at check-in. 🙂 When we got passed security, we looked for ways to spend the last of our yen. We found a few fun “iconic” Japanese things to purchase: CC Lemon, a Japanese soft drink a friend had told James about,…

c_c__lemon …a variety of Kit Kat bars to take home (the Japanese and Kit Kats are kind of like the Germans and Ritter Sport – there are a zillion flavors!), …

We bought matcha, strawberry, and dark chocolate flavors! We think...

We bought matcha, strawberry, and dark chocolate flavors! We think…

…tuna and salmon sushi triangles to eat for lunch (this convenience store version of sushi could be found in stores all over – super good and easy to eat on-the-go, and I have no idea what they are really called ha ha), and a small piece of orange cake! triangle sushi Now we are finally headed home! Today shall be the longest day I will have ever experienced in my short almost 25 years of life: 40 hours long!

When I started, I said it’s been an insane time trying to get home; do you think that was a good evaluation?

Next stop: Seattle. So excited! Blessed! And not stuck in Japan anymore! 🙂