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But back to Hawaii: This time we decided to explore urban Hawaii. After all, we're not getting any younger and need to scout out potential retirement homes. As seasoned travelers, we no longer stay in hotels in Hawaii; instead, we always rent small houses from private individuals.
We also explored the less attractive sides of Hawaii: The main island of Oahu, with the capital Honolulu, already shows some significant architectural sins. Honolulu always reminds me of San Jose, a typical American city, built up in the 50s and 60s without any historical context. As a result, an entire city can quickly end up looking like Landsbergerstraße in Munich.
However, if you head out to the east or up to the north coast, the concrete jungle disappears, and you're back in surfer's paradise. You hang out on beaches where mainly locals and surfers from all over the world who have retired from working life hang out. It's quite fascinating: on one hand, having a hut on the beach, and on the other, having a huge supermarket like "Costco" within reach, where you can buy a pack of 20 shrimp for 8 dollars, which you can quickly throw on the gas grill, naturally set up in front of the hut, and devour in no time. Oh yeah.