Sleep, then kick back at the Maui resort

Despite your best intentions to read up in the little vacation prospectus Dunstan provided and maybe chat up the first class stewardess, it's a late hour after a long week. When they turn down the cabin lights, you can't help falling asleep.

You wake up with a blanket tucked round you as the stewardess is pouring coffee (real Kona!) and orange or pineapple juice for your cabin-mates. After you touch down in Honolulu, you and Dunstan stagger over to the island hopper flight that takes you to Maui.

You end up with the window seat and stare out at the bright green fields. The pilot calls a fresh lava flow to your attention. It's a black path cutting down along a tree-covered hillside, and it's still smoking a little.

Maui doesn't have any active volcanoes, but the scenery is still amazing. Sheer cliffs, hills covered by lush rainforest, and bright blue water all around.

You step off the plane into a flower-garland greeting from two lovely young women in grass skirts. There's a fellow in similar dress, bare to the waist and muscled like a swimmer, who puts flower leis on the arriving women. The courtesy van from your resort hotel meets you outside baggage claim, and you're off.

You check in and leave your bags at the little duplex cabin (or is it cabana) near the beach on the edge of the resort grounds where they back up to a golf course.

After a leisurely two-drink lunch (margaritas for you, pina coladas for Dunstan) on the pool terrace, you're both ready for a nap. Dunstan goes to his half of the cabana, and you go to the adjoining half, adjusting the wooden shutters and blinds for a nice breeze, and you drift off to sleep.

At midafternoon, you wake up feeling great. Dunstan's still asleep, so you decide to go for a walk, maybe a little run along the edge of the golf course. You change into shorts and running shoes, and off you go.

There's no fence dividing the golf course from the resort, but there's a beaten path along the boundary markers. The air is cool and fresh from an ocean breeze. Hibiscus bushes and bird-of-paradise plants are flowering all around.

As you trot up a little hill, you hear a woman's voice cry "Oh!" and hear a swish-crunch-thump like someone falling into a bush.

You can't see anything, but it sounds like she's just over the crest of the hill.