Okay. Can we roleplay abstinent vampires?
The nice thing about being on mainland time is that I can better approximate farm hours, up with the rooster call and to bed with the coqui song. My West Hawaii Today warned me to watch out for Iron Man triathletes training on the highways so I will certainly do that because the pavement here seems excellent and the roads are very high quality except for the current lava flow. Also the speed limit changes every half a mile but nobody tailgates or gets angry, I am surprised.
Today I saw an identical glow of fluorescent yellow three different times: on a male finch, a yellow tang (zebrasoma), and the sulphur vents on Kilauea. I started the morning early snorkeling at Honaunau beach, where the Hawaiian kings used to swim and then kill any non-royal who dared enjoy the same cove. There was a sign about not harassing the spinner dolphins but I only saw fish. Then for breakfast I went up to the coffee shack and the geckos ate my chili oil condiments while I talked with a nurse educator who used to DJ for WMBR (!) and who recommended a Thai restaurant in Kona town where I went later and turned out great (Original Thai on Palani).
Then volcano! I drove to Volcanoes NP the long way round, through the countryside and past the green sand beach and the fields separated by Sicilian rock walls. The whole place is like a cross between Sicily and Thailand, really; the flag is even close to the Thai flag. Ranger Rachel led a guided tour through some of the rainforest steam vents and told us legends about Pele and ferns and stuff. A winery near the park entrance is finally weaning its vines off imports from Mother California and has a pretty great macadamia nut mead and a guava wine, but they were too expensive to ship so I got TSA-approved volcanic salt instead.
I changed in to my warmies and drove home over the permanent twilight of the Saddle Road. When I got there I read more of No Country For Old Men while drinking Wailua passion fruit wheat beer that I opened on a filing cabinet. When the mosquitos came out, I snuggled safely under the covers, tucking my toes in a little pocket to stay safe from what I call Singapore toilet lizards but might just be native transparent geckos.
Today I saw an identical glow of fluorescent yellow three different times: on a male finch, a yellow tang (zebrasoma), and the sulphur vents on Kilauea. I started the morning early snorkeling at Honaunau beach, where the Hawaiian kings used to swim and then kill any non-royal who dared enjoy the same cove. There was a sign about not harassing the spinner dolphins but I only saw fish. Then for breakfast I went up to the coffee shack and the geckos ate my chili oil condiments while I talked with a nurse educator who used to DJ for WMBR (!) and who recommended a Thai restaurant in Kona town where I went later and turned out great (Original Thai on Palani).
Then volcano! I drove to Volcanoes NP the long way round, through the countryside and past the green sand beach and the fields separated by Sicilian rock walls. The whole place is like a cross between Sicily and Thailand, really; the flag is even close to the Thai flag. Ranger Rachel led a guided tour through some of the rainforest steam vents and told us legends about Pele and ferns and stuff. A winery near the park entrance is finally weaning its vines off imports from Mother California and has a pretty great macadamia nut mead and a guava wine, but they were too expensive to ship so I got TSA-approved volcanic salt instead.
I changed in to my warmies and drove home over the permanent twilight of the Saddle Road. When I got there I read more of No Country For Old Men while drinking Wailua passion fruit wheat beer that I opened on a filing cabinet. When the mosquitos came out, I snuggled safely under the covers, tucking my toes in a little pocket to stay safe from what I call Singapore toilet lizards but might just be native transparent geckos.