Tuesday, April 03, 2007
It's been a week in Paradise, and while I'm not a kama'aina (local), I sure feel comfortable here. I'm writing from the verandah of our hotel in Keauhou (back on the west coast of the Big Island, after driving completely around it), just as the sun is rising.
I leave late tomorrow evening, but I've still got two full days to do stuff: snorkel, visit some hei'aus (ancient Hawaiian sacred sites), tour one or two more coffee farms, eat more one 'kine grinds (great local food).
So just a quick post to say I'm doing just fine. The first photo is of me lounging two days ago at Waialea Beach, otherwise known as Beach 69 (get your mind out of the gutter), because it's located between telephone poles labeled 69 and 70.
The second is of me trying to swing from a tree rope into the ocean. But the rope was meant for kids only, apparently, as the tree branches groaned beneath my weight. The third is of sunset last night from the hotel verandah.
Coming up: Running across lava fields in the 90 degree heat, running by smashed coqui frogs, and sprinting past wildly-barking dogs that wanted to tear me to shreds.