Hiloan Days....
So... I am in Hawaii. This is my fourth day, the first day i've been able to update since i've been here. Its beautiful... it rains everyday and I wake up next to a rain forest. There are 1200' waterfalls 30 minutes (time will now be marked by bike, not by car) away from my apartment. Which.. is like an 8 minute car ride. So yeah, its pretty close :)
My first day here I went on a six hour walk around the island to get accompanied with everything... because i was pretty fucking lost. I was burned pretty bad, but you can expect that :) The beach is really tame... no one goes to the one nearest the apartment because the waves are pretty weak. But I like it... because you can sit and write for hours without any fucking tourists coming and fucking it up. Locals dont like it... but someone from Utah could really appreciate it.. hence, my own private beach.
I was really really depressed the first couple of days. I dont mean like... teenage girl sad, but I fucking hated it here. The prejudice is very real against white people, and its very hit n miss. Some people are ballistically nice, and others just laugh at you, or say "fuckin howlie" as they drive by... I feel like a black person in Alabama. I got laughed at in a restaurant... so I just walked out. I didnt think it would be like this.. but really, I was warned.
I miss home a lot... living on your own is really different than one could imagine. You think its really exciting having your own shit... and really, thats cool. But you dont think of the little things that cost sooo much when youre broke. Sandwich bags, plastic wrap.. the little divider for the utencils, a TOASTER, a fucking coffee machine, bathroom mats, a shower curtain, garbage cans, SHEETS, garbage bags, toilet paper, paper towels, condiments.. you forget you have to buy mustard.. ketchup.. mayo... so many things you just take advantage of living at home. But my apartment is really nice... all brand new hardwood floors, new range, new microwave, counters, sinks... but its in a pretty rough part of town. Not the worst here by any means... but theres definitely better :)
My roommate is really cool. His name is Carlos, he's from Mexico. Really nice guy, we're both pretty laid back.. good match up.
God.. I miss Jaimie though... Jesus. I really didnt expect to miss her this much. I made a wall of pictures of her.. and I spend a good two hours a day looking at them. I really have it in for this girl... I hope she's still interested when I get home... but im not really worried. It feels really good. And if she thinks about me a tenth of what I think about her then it'll work out.
Time here is really different. Ive been here 4 days... it feels like ive been here a few weeks. My room mate said that the first night I came. He's like its only been a week, but fuck man, it feels like a month.
And since theres no daylight savings time here, the sun goes down at 6:30. And im still jetlagged out of my fucking mind so, I went to bed at SEVEN THIRTY two nights ago lol and I was up and refreshed at 7. This place is really a different world... thats all I can say. Not only does it not feel like i'm in America... it feels like i'm in a southeastern country. I'm in fucking Saigon where they hate white people lol But really.... its so rundown; the poverty and the jungle... and the rain... it just feels like Vietnam or Cambodia. I was talking to a friend here about that and he said he thought that the first time he came here too (not that he doesnt still think that, but chooo know what im talkin abooot). Its crazy here... and it really takes some getting used to. But the coffee... oh my god. I think we've all heard of Kona coffee before... well thats like, an hour and a half (car) away. Imported daily... the strongest... best coffee in the entire world. Nectar of the gods.
Every wednesday and saturday theres a farmers market. I picked up a weeks worth of fruit for 8 bucks. Strawberry papaya, butter avocado, dragon fruit, star fruit, passion fruit, apple bananas... they practically give it away. (Or im just used to paying Utah prices for them :) ) But its amazing. The culture here is just... wow. Not Pootah, thats for sure. So many Asians, So... many asians. 60% of the population is Japanese. So half of Safeway looks like a chinese market. But nothing beats the McDonalds... for breakfast, yes... they have Spam. Portuguese sausage and rice (basically a hotdog). And pineapple. You can get pineapple from good ol' Ronald McDonald. I feel like im on a mission...
I cant wait until my mom sends my digital camera over. I'll post pics.
Oh get this... in all my hustle to pack, I spaced packing headphones with my mp3 player. Yep... 15 hours of travel... no headphones. Luckily I slept like a madman... but still. I was peeeeeyissed.
Anyhoo... I best get... its 8:45 here... and I have a big day of... nothing ahead of me :) I just have to share the computer... and I got up early enough that I could post this big ass entry without any interruption until now.
But i'm out... much love to all of you, and please feel free to post comments.
OH and Thomas, I hope youre serious about starting the clean life... :) Its very nice, and worryfree...
My first day here I went on a six hour walk around the island to get accompanied with everything... because i was pretty fucking lost. I was burned pretty bad, but you can expect that :) The beach is really tame... no one goes to the one nearest the apartment because the waves are pretty weak. But I like it... because you can sit and write for hours without any fucking tourists coming and fucking it up. Locals dont like it... but someone from Utah could really appreciate it.. hence, my own private beach.
I was really really depressed the first couple of days. I dont mean like... teenage girl sad, but I fucking hated it here. The prejudice is very real against white people, and its very hit n miss. Some people are ballistically nice, and others just laugh at you, or say "fuckin howlie" as they drive by... I feel like a black person in Alabama. I got laughed at in a restaurant... so I just walked out. I didnt think it would be like this.. but really, I was warned.
I miss home a lot... living on your own is really different than one could imagine. You think its really exciting having your own shit... and really, thats cool. But you dont think of the little things that cost sooo much when youre broke. Sandwich bags, plastic wrap.. the little divider for the utencils, a TOASTER, a fucking coffee machine, bathroom mats, a shower curtain, garbage cans, SHEETS, garbage bags, toilet paper, paper towels, condiments.. you forget you have to buy mustard.. ketchup.. mayo... so many things you just take advantage of living at home. But my apartment is really nice... all brand new hardwood floors, new range, new microwave, counters, sinks... but its in a pretty rough part of town. Not the worst here by any means... but theres definitely better :)
My roommate is really cool. His name is Carlos, he's from Mexico. Really nice guy, we're both pretty laid back.. good match up.
God.. I miss Jaimie though... Jesus. I really didnt expect to miss her this much. I made a wall of pictures of her.. and I spend a good two hours a day looking at them. I really have it in for this girl... I hope she's still interested when I get home... but im not really worried. It feels really good. And if she thinks about me a tenth of what I think about her then it'll work out.
Time here is really different. Ive been here 4 days... it feels like ive been here a few weeks. My room mate said that the first night I came. He's like its only been a week, but fuck man, it feels like a month.
And since theres no daylight savings time here, the sun goes down at 6:30. And im still jetlagged out of my fucking mind so, I went to bed at SEVEN THIRTY two nights ago lol and I was up and refreshed at 7. This place is really a different world... thats all I can say. Not only does it not feel like i'm in America... it feels like i'm in a southeastern country. I'm in fucking Saigon where they hate white people lol But really.... its so rundown; the poverty and the jungle... and the rain... it just feels like Vietnam or Cambodia. I was talking to a friend here about that and he said he thought that the first time he came here too (not that he doesnt still think that, but chooo know what im talkin abooot). Its crazy here... and it really takes some getting used to. But the coffee... oh my god. I think we've all heard of Kona coffee before... well thats like, an hour and a half (car) away. Imported daily... the strongest... best coffee in the entire world. Nectar of the gods.
Every wednesday and saturday theres a farmers market. I picked up a weeks worth of fruit for 8 bucks. Strawberry papaya, butter avocado, dragon fruit, star fruit, passion fruit, apple bananas... they practically give it away. (Or im just used to paying Utah prices for them :) ) But its amazing. The culture here is just... wow. Not Pootah, thats for sure. So many Asians, So... many asians. 60% of the population is Japanese. So half of Safeway looks like a chinese market. But nothing beats the McDonalds... for breakfast, yes... they have Spam. Portuguese sausage and rice (basically a hotdog). And pineapple. You can get pineapple from good ol' Ronald McDonald. I feel like im on a mission...
I cant wait until my mom sends my digital camera over. I'll post pics.
Oh get this... in all my hustle to pack, I spaced packing headphones with my mp3 player. Yep... 15 hours of travel... no headphones. Luckily I slept like a madman... but still. I was peeeeeyissed.
Anyhoo... I best get... its 8:45 here... and I have a big day of... nothing ahead of me :) I just have to share the computer... and I got up early enough that I could post this big ass entry without any interruption until now.
But i'm out... much love to all of you, and please feel free to post comments.
OH and Thomas, I hope youre serious about starting the clean life... :) Its very nice, and worryfree...