Now paths run through palm-tree groves to guesthouses, beachfront restaurants serve up the morning haul and beach-umbrella wallahs offer shade and lounge chairs.
Sure, you can still buy kitsch coconut-shell bikinis from a Waikiki Beach vendor and sip from umbrella-garnished Blue Hawaiians at Don Ho-inspired tiki bars.
And I do fantasize about filing my blogs from some Windows 8 lap-tablet while on some deserted beach, sipping a fruity cocktail with a little paper umbrella in it.