Day 32: Honolulu. What a headache.

Shortly after waking Emma was hit by a horrific migraine. One of those burning-nails-in-the-brain migraines. Not the kind of thing you want on the last day of your holiday.

Fortunately a combination of headache tablets plus a few hours extra sleep dealt with the worst of it.

Emma was disappointed that she lost half a day sleeping. I was relieved that we weren't due to fly-out that day, and figure this was just her body's way of getting her to slow down and rest. Either that or the aircon from the previous night's flight had poisoned her. Either way, better on the ground than in the air.

Besides I like late breakfasts. There's always an upside.

Breakfast was a few doors up at The Cheesecake Factory. Despite the name there is plenty else on the menu, as you might expect from a freaking 22-page menu.

This menu is so big that they sell ads in. Yes, you too can advertise to patrons of The Cheesecake Factory. Amazing. I've seen smaller telephone books.

I went for the Breakfast Burrito which, in keeping with the them of "large", was simply massive. I only intended to order breakfast. This was more of a lifetime commitment.

Note that Emma's hand is included in the pic for scale. For those of you wondering if I managed to finish it: not a chance.

We had a walk along the beach after breakfast. Waikiki is hardly wild Hawaii, but it is still a very attractive place. It beats the hell out of Bakersfield or Bourke - although the day we were there the surf was pretty much the same in all three places: non-existent.

We spent a bit of time on the balcony. It gave us a lovely view of the water in the late afternoon.

That was all the incentive we needed to head for the bar to watch the sunset. Everybody else had the same idea, so we didn't have much like finding a chair and a drink. But we did find the sunset, which was as stunning as any we've seen.

We had dinner downstairs at Duke's Waikiki Restaurant & Bar, one of the many iconic restaurants in Honolulu. We went for the healthy option. Kind of weird after the past few weeks, but in a good way.

Afterward we walked along the beach, and aided a young Aussie couple trying to photograph themselves with the local scenery in the background. The standard "you stand there while I take a shot, then we'll swap places, so everybody knows we were both here" pose.

It turned out to be a really nice shot. Unfortunately it was on their camera, so I don't have a copy. I considered stealing their camera, but decided this might be a bit rude.

All that was left was to pack and get ready for the flight home...