Scenes of Oahu

I first visited the Island of Oahu when I was 17 years old. My parents took me to the North Shore for a little over a week to stay at the only resort down there, Turtle Bay. They had taken me to Maui before, a couple of years earlier, but something about Oahu just seemed different to me. The North Shore felt like this magical place, not always filled with tourists, but of locals actually enjoying their ‘Hawaiian country lifestyle’. The whole island seemed like it could effortlessly blend big city, beautiful beaches, country living, and adventure into a vacationer’s dream destination. This past week, I had the opportunity to share this beautiful place with David for the first time, who had never visited Hawaii. He quickly joined me in my Oahu-infatuation (we’re starting a fan club and making t-shirts), and explored as many corners of the island as we could. In the coming weeks, we will be sharing a lot of the information and insight we gained (we’re basically Oahu-sensais now). Today though, we wanted to share some of our favorite photos from the trip.


Surfboards for rent on Waikiki Beach


Diamond Head from a distance


Golden hour at Turtle Bay


Tide pools on the trails around Turtle Bay


Sunset Beach Fisherman


Wearing leis and watching the sunset!


Local floral


Polynesian dance performance at Turtle Bay


Waimea Bay


Aerial shot of Oahu coral reefs 


Pali Lookout 

We have so much to write about Oahu in coming weeks! We will have reviews, best-ofs, more photography, and an explanation of how we made the islands more affordable! As they say in Hawaii – Mahalo for reading.


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