The "before" photo just before we depart for the airport. Notice the silly "we're going to Maui for a week for free" smiles on our faces.
We entered our hotel rooms to find not one but two cotton bathrobes waiting for us on our beds. This was the one and only time I donned the apparel. Actually quite an artistic shot, it was Mark's first photo using my camera.
The view from my hotel room. Mark's room was a few doors down to the right.
It's our first morning and we're eating at the hotel's all you can eat breakfast buffet. Mark ponders the greater mysteries of life in the thoughtful, serene, and sometimes oppressively hot atmosphere of that island we like to call "Maui." Little did Mark know the terrors that awaited him.
I'm wondering when we'll start seeing some single women anywhere near our age.
Mark finally comes to terms.
These giant goldfish or koi or whatever were part of the hotel's lobby design. They annoyed Mark to no end. He called them "the pigeons of the sea."
Yahoo! gave us each $500 spending cash. Here I am taking advantage of the ATM machine. I didn't even call it back the next day.
This is the first of Mark's many attempts to create what might be called a post-modern, neo-rococo renaissance in photography.
Mark got EXTRA tan that day.
Yahoo! graciously provided us with gift baskets, delivered to our rooms at noon on Monday. I've never understood gift baskets. These, for example, are totally filled up on the bottom with fluff. The food and such is sitting on top of the fluff, making it appear that the baskets are full of goodies while in reality they are essentially pseudo-basket trays for the eclectic assortment of Hawaiian products, most of which Mark couldn't eat anyway because they contained various varieties of nuts. Yet he still manages to appear happy.
I think the statement Mark is trying to make with this photo is that he is the "every man," faceless, arms raised in the ageless struggle against oppression.
The reflection of half of Mark's head. This Manasse Collection photo personifies the feeling of intellectual isolation many young men of our generation feel as we navigate our way through our late 20's.
Mark's spirit, caught on film.
Mark, spiritless.
So we were out snorkeling with the sea turtles having a grand ol' time when Mark got attacked by a jellyfish (see the battle scars?). A few hundred feet away from shore, Mark swam back to the beach in about 15 seconds.
It appears that Mark's tricep is smiling, but it's actually a mark from the jellyfish's stinging justice.
Mark may wax philosophical in this photo, but he obviously does not wax his underarm.
A Maui sunset.
The sun setting casts a shadow, finally answering the question of what we would look like if we were conjoined twins.
I look very concerned.
And now even more so.
Yahoo! paid for the weeklong rental of a red convertible Mustang. If I could do it over again, I think I'd rather have a scooter or a bicycle. It seemed that something more than 50% of the island's autos were either rented Mustangs or Chrysler Sebrings. The gas ain't cheap in Maui!
On the way to Twin Falls, you've got to walk through this little stream.
I really like the lighting in this photo.
The aptly named Twin Falls, accessible from the early part of the road to Hana. Notice the people up there mustering the courage to jump. Turns out that pool of water the falls dump into is actually pretty deep. We spent about 30 minutes waiting to watch that kid on the far left finally jump.
We promised ourselves we'd return the next day on our way to Hana to jump off, but we just drove right by it instead.
It's higher than it looks. These folks take pause to figure out the costs and benefits of jumping while those of us on the ground cheer and jeer.
