We had booked our trip through a travel agency because they offered a great deal that could be upgraded in tiers (the upgrades provided increasingly better hotels). We upgraded a couple of tiers, but we didn’t upgrade to the top tier.
Despite our exhaustion, the six-hour time difference between Hawaii and our home in Florida had us up at 6:00 am. My wife looked out the window and saw this view of Waikiki Beach:
We got in the car and drove north up the coast, marveling at the scenic vistas:
Of course, the rules don’t apply to some people, like this moron who crossed the fence and stood inches from certain death to take a photograph of the horizon: