Hawaiian Sunset

Marie had read about this fantastic revolving restaurant right near our hotel and thought that it would be a bit of a treat to go up there for fivesies one night to watch the sunset.

What a great idea we all agreed.

 When we were first seated I was a little miffed that they'd shunted us at the back of the restaurant, but didn't consider that we would eventually be around the front as the thing revolves - hence the name 'revolving restaurant'!  We were booked in at 5.30, thinking that we'd have a drink and some light bites before the sun went down.  Naturally I forgot to take my sunglasses, so I had to sit with my back to the view.  In hindsight though, this was a blessing, as this is how the girls had to sit until we'd turned enough to be out of the sun!

I tried the Hawaiian Sunset which was lovely and tropical

 Bless Marie, once she was out of the sun, she leant me her sunnies for when we'd zoomed around to the other side when the sun would be in my face. However, before we could even get there, a waiter came and told us to take our cameras around to the front as the sun was about to disappear!

I have to say that none of us were terribly impressed with the Top of Waikiki.  Firstly, something had happened to the air-conditioning, so it was stifling and the sun was streaming through all that glass to make us just that little bit extra toasty.  So we sat and sweated through our tops.  Secondly, the food was nothing to write home about - so I'm certainly not going to waste my key strokes on it here.  On a plus side, they did keep our water glasses topped up all night, in fact I've never had my water glass attended to so often before in any establishment.  We weren't offered a second cocktail, but the water - she was flowing!

 We stayed until the sun had well and truly gone down and the lights were starting to light up.  Ron, our waiter said that we were very welcome to stay and watch the fire works, but as a bead of sweat dripped down my brow, I suggested to Ron that we might have the bill and scadadde.

It was at this point that the alarm near the kitchen went along with a whirring and flossing red light.  We could see this quite clearly as the restaurant had revolved us back to the back of the room and we were adjacent to the kitchen door.

"Trouble in the kitchen?" we wondered

"Maybe a fire?" we pondered

"Maybe something to do with the aircon?" we suggested

"Maybe the building is on fire?" we panicked

We asked Ron what the hell was going on as nobody, except us seemed to be too fussed about the commotion.

"Oh, don't worry about it." he said

"Is that the fire alarm?" we asked

"oh it's nothing, and you're leaving anyway, so don't worry." was his reply.

Considering the possibility of having to walk down a million flights of stairs made us throw money onto the table (nicely, not like a wanker), and hightail it out of there before the lifts were unusable.  As we left, coats and hair flailing in the wind behind us, we noticed how strange it was that nobody else was moving or seemed to care about it.  There was a line up of people waiting to get in who just stood there, not worried.

Not us - we're out of there.  We quickly raced to the escalators and down to the lift all the while praying that the three of us wouldn't be stuck in there for the remainder of our holiday.

The sirens were going off on every floor, and oddly enough the air conditioner was working better and better the lower we went down in the building.  One chap got in who worked in the building and we asked him what the siren was.  He said "yeah, it's the alarm, but it goes off all the time, at least once a month. don't worry about it."

When we got out of the lift we nearly knocked over the security guard who was on his way up.  

He's probably glad it went off, before it did, this is what he was doing.

Maybe it was him that set it off?