Just about every travel bug’s nightmare consists of arriving at the airport in time for a flight, only to discover that you’ve left something behind at home. In Peter’s case it was forgetting the US$ he’d withdrawn for our trip. Mine was the Betadine throat gargle and Nurofen paracetamols. With two sleepless nights at home prior to our trip, we clocked up our third date with insomnia on the 10-hour flight to Honolulu. Bracing ourselves through the glacial temperatures inside Honolulu International as we negotiated our connecting flight to Kauai, the blast of tropical heat and humidity that greeted us as we stepped outside Lihue Airport (Kauai) brought on the beginnings of a head cold. Slumped miserably by our luggage as Peter organized our car rental at Dollar, I cursed myself for the hundredth time for not bringing the Betadine.
Mercifully, the drive to our hotel at Poipu, would be a short one, a mere 20 minutes away. Tired and hungry, we decided to stop by the oldest plantation town in Hawaii en route, Koloa, for a trip to the pharmacy and bite to eat. Located in the south of the island, this charming little town along Koloa Road is lined with specialty shops with old-fashioned storefronts, displaying island gifts, knickknacks and menus standing guard by eatery entrances. Walking into a laid back Italian restaurant with an island twist called Pizzetta, we ordered a Ceasar’s salad each, crowned with a generous serve of grilled Mahi Mahi. Light and mouthwateringly delicious as the meal was, it failed to quell our raging jetlag. Spotting Peter falling asleep in mid chew, it was time to head over to our hotel, the Sheraton Kauai.
Five minutes later, we were pulling up at the hotel entrance. As car doors were opened, a gracious “Aloha” from the bellhops greeted us, along with leis made of seashells that were gently draped over our necks. Bags were unloaded, doors were shut and the car was driven away by the valet. Before long, we were at the Front Desk, chatting with Lonnie about our room possibilities.
Those of you who know us know of our love affair with the Sheraton Maui on Ka’anapali Beach, Maui. Considered our home away from home, we have stayed at the Sheraton Maui every year for the past 8 years. Never having been to Kauai before, we naturally looked to the Sheraton Kauai, anticipating the same level of service and hotel culture.
Just steps away from the golden sands of Poipu Beach, the four-story Sheraton Kauai Resort still reigns as the south shore’s newest playground. Built in 1968 and renovated in 2007, the 20 acre resort makes the most of surrounding nature, natural vistas and crystalline waters. Visitors come from far and wide to relax to the sound of ocean waves, lie on the warm sands and the feel the caress of gentle sea breezes.
As for the service at the Sheraton Kauai, not only were we not disappointed, but every member of staff that we met exceeded our expectations on graciousness, hospitality and service, from Lonnie at the front desk who made sure we received the premium internet service free of charge after we experienced difficulties, and the concierge who kindly put an itinerary together for our 4-day stay, to Roger and Frank at the restaurant, who made our breakfasts so enjoyable. When one is so far away from home, it's the little things that one appreciates and the Sheraton staff and culture seem to have it down to a tee. Regarding our room, we managed to get an Ocean View. For the next four nights we’d fall asleep to the rhythm of waves crashing against the craggy black coastline of Poipu Beach. For more on Hawaiian Etiquette, click here.