Haven’t slept that long in a long time, or in such a soft bed. Brain batteries are now recognising shapes and sounds again. The room looks over palm trees to Waikiki and then further inward to the mist-capped mountain range beyond. Inside the room, there’s the bed, a 32” LCD TV, sofa, table, bathroom and so on. And this is about the cheapest room in the hotel? What do you get for $1500 a night then?

Internal clock is screwed, so head down to breakfast on our private terrace at 7am to watch dawn splash the first sun onto the hotel beach. A swift meander through the waves and then exploring the 22 acre site that is the Hilton Hawaiian Village. The spa here looks awesome, but how do you justify $150 for a massage? “You’re only on honeymoon once” about does it I guess. Spend rest of day learning that shopping here is, firstly, a lot more male-oriented (hawaiian shirts – bliss) and secondly, much cheaper than home thanks to the exchange rate. New wardrobe of clothes here I come.