Here on the Secret Island I'm slowly being pushed out ... once our primitive hut was our domain. Mrs. Tiki Sasquatch my beautiful wahine and I would kick back, drink cocktails from coconuts watching the waves wash on the shore. Four years and two savages later our lives have become a little less relaxed and a whole heap more exciting.
The savages (as beautiful and adorable they might be!) come with their own flotsam and jetsam which has slowly filled the hut to the point where the now fabled tiki bar might need to go for what the wahine describes as a rumpus! I could kick up a fuss but what's the point! ;0)
That leaves me with the problem of what to do with the bar, the grog and all the tiki goodies collected since the Tiki Bug took over! There seem to be only two options
1, Leave the island never to return and move to the Shady Dell, Bisbee, Arisona, USA
2, Use the Dell as inspiration and do something similar outside!
The Shady Dell’s epic journey began in 1927 as a place to provide trailer and camping spaces to weary travelers along Highway 80, which stretched from Savannah, Georgia to San Diego, California. Like its more famous brother Route 66, Highway 80 was a center of travel, exploration and family getaways in the early portions of the 20th century. Today, the park is a nice mix of practicality and vintage fun-seeking. Their sleek collection of vintage travel trailers are all perfectly restored to combine mid-century Americana kitsch with the comforts of home in a way that only the 1950s were capable of.
My obvious favourite is the Tiki Bus where you and two friends can spend a night in this 1947 Airporter bus that has been transformed into a “Polynesian Palace”, complete with your own hand carved outrigger bar. After a night of Mai Tai’s you can stagger inside and pay homage to the resident Tiki God!
The search for Tiki-able Tin begins ...