I did it again, I sprained an ankle. Luckily its not too bad, but I did feel that awful burn of a soft tissue tear. I think that makes four (maybe five) times in the last year.

I decided to go for a walk to the Natatorium at the opposite end of Waikiki. It's an old 19th century eyesore; it looks sort of like some Greek or Roman swimming pool, but without the workmanship. It's also been closed for quite some time, but I still wanted to see it up close.

A few minutes into my walk, it started pouring. I found shelter at the Waikiki Police Station on the beach, next to the statue of Duke Kahanamoku. This gave me plenty of time to gaze out at the water and wish I were with the surfers, instead of being stuck next to a bunch of braindead tourists (either only stupid people go on vacation or normal people lose a lot of IQ points when they step off the plane). I don't know, maybe they think I am braindead as well, getting in their slow paced way and expecting them to move faster. The surf on the south shore is beginning to kick up nicely.

Anyway, to make a long, and frankly, not that interesting story short, I started walking again, slipping several times. The sidewalks are paved with slippery flagstones. Walking along the beach was better, but Waikiki has intermittent stretches of beach. With slippas in the rain, it's easy to get water between your foot and the foam, which means you end up slipping against two surfaces, not just one. Still, I kept going. I got to the natatorium and on the way back, through Kapiolani Park, just after view the statue of Queen Kapiolani (who has a blue dress -- only in Hawaii have I seen multi-colored bronze statues) I slipped and sprained my ankle. I gave up, and took my flip-flops off, and walked barefoot to the first bus stop back.