'GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORN...'

Dear reader, allow this old geezer to tell the tale of two weddings...

Some time back the hostel received a booking from two 'Honeymooners' from Belgium.  The email received went to great lengths to let the hostel know that 'they' were on 'honeymoon'.  Mind, the booking failed to tell that the 'honeymooners' had celebrated the great event some 9 months prior to arrival or that the 'honeymooners' had been dining out on the great event ever since.

Last looked, the lovely couple were not royalty and not on the 'Grand Tour', more like 'surf-a-sofa-honeymoon.com' or that the endless banging on about the great event was a shameless attempt to get wedding treats.  Like the bottle of wine, late 2010, the couple displayed with massive plate of pasta in the kitchen.  Had the cheek they did to ask for a rather smart box as a memento as departing gift upon check-out...

Our very own 'night porter', His Holiness, Justin I, is also being swept up in nuptial madness, not his but that of best mate.  Seems His Holiness has been asked to be 'supporter' to his best mate's hitching.  Fancy that...

His Holiness, Justin I, has lived in Hilo too long, daily costume leans to shorts, t-shirt and slippers.  Simply will not do for such a grand occasion.  Hence the running round in search of proper attire for big day.  Mind, His Holiness is travelling on the cheap, 'standby', and has to show some fashion sense on the plane as well.

Over the spin cycle of the washing machine, this old geezer was given a look at the newly acquired sartorial splendour Justin I will step out in.  Black box-toed shoes, neutral toned trousers and a rather loud stripped coloured shirt.  All set off with a brilliant new belt that can be reversed...

I be gobsmacked at the cleverness of His Holiness.

What tales will we, the left behind, be regaled with upon His Holiness' return from the mainland?

'DING DONG, THE BELLS ARE GONNA CHIME.....'