I returned to town to cash $800 in traveler’s checks and fix the lu’au situation for those who did not attend the night before.  I finally found a bank that would change that amount after two false starts.  I then found the place where we had made the reservations but the woman on duty was a complete airhead.  She sent me down to see her boss, a 10-minute walk away.  The boss woman, Peggy, knew her stuff and sent us up at the Royal Kona Resort, the best lu’au on the island.

I had hoped to get in some snorkeling but it wasn’t in the cards.  They had left by the time I arrived, passing me, apparently soon after I left the hotel.  I caught up with everyone at the hotel.  Beth, Elise, Shelley, Liz, Staci, Troy, Oliver, Koka and I walked down to the Royal Kona Resort for the Lu’au.  Elise and I had stayed there with her mother in 1990.

The feast and the Maí Tai’s were excellent as was the show.  The show focused on dances from the different Polynesian Island groups: Hawaii, Tuamotu, Samoa, Fiji, Tonga, and New Zealand.  It was quite entertaining although it was interspersed with some Vegas Lounge-singer schlock.  The evening culminated with the fire dancer who was spectacular.

We returned to the hotel drastically overfed.  Several of us sat out on the Lanai for an hour or so before going to bed.

We had a group meeting at 9:30.  I paid everyone $5.00 for lunch, $20.00 for dinner, and $50.00 refund for extra expenses.  They were happy to get the $50.00 since most are almost out of money and it was an unexpected windfall.