Hawai'i April 2105

I had the opportunity to travel to Hawai'i with my Dad this year.

Here are some photos from my journey.

The apartment building where we stayed in Waikiki.

My dad playing trumpet for passerby at the Hyatt Regent Hotel. There was a Farmer's Market going on there, so I enjoyed seeing all the fresh local fruit and products. I tried some chewy Lillikoi (Passionfruit) candy.

Traditional Hawai'an artwork at the hotel.

The first day we arrived was cloudy, but humid. The weather reminded me of Hong Kong a bit.

Pigeons in a Banyan tree.

A music group playing at sunset.

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