It's almost time for bed. And time to leave for home... home to Australia.
Honolulu/Punalu`u has been a blur of shopping and driving and rain. Shopping: because Hawai`i is part of the US, and the US has awesome shopping potential, particularly for us Aussies.
Not so much for me, to be honest: technology is only slightly cheaper - and that's before tax - and really not as readily available as in Oz. We have JB HiFi and Harvey Normans and UMart.com.au (my personal favourite) in Oz... haven't seen anything here on the Islands but the odd Radio Shack (Tandy's) and a relatively picked-through Best-Buy in Pearl City.
The girls did okay, though. :)
As beautiful as the pali are with their tops beautifully adorned with soft clouds, and as lush green the valleys and stunning the frequent beaches one passes as one meanders north on Kamehameha Hwy, it's not part of my past, it's not the Hawai`i that I identify with, so the inspiration just isn't there to say anything about it with images or video. (And the videos I hope to produce in the future are meant to say something. What, remains to be seen.)
Could I live here? Not on Oahu. Not in Kona, although Holualoa *is* magical. Hilo? dunno. Maybe.
Actually, no. Australia is my home, now. That's where I belong. So, the blog will continue there... because it's still something about the water, same water as here!
Sunday 13 October 2013
Thursday 10 October 2013
Hey, how'bout that serenity, then, huh?
Today was tough. :-<
Had to say goodbye to Holualoa and the warmth and the frogs and the chooks and the occasional rain drumming on the roof. :(
At the end, it wasn't all that serene, even Holualoa. There's heaps of evidence Kailua-Kona is growing: you can hear distant pile-drivers and grading machinery fairly early in the morning even in peaceful Holualoa. There are wide roads where before there was only lava-fields. Not just roads: cement instead of bitumen (blacktop).
And then, there's the hedge-trimmer guy working all morning at UCC across the paddock.
Hey, nothing's perfect. Ever. But this is as close as.
Kailua-Kona has hosted the Ironman Triathlon for quite a few years now... we just happened to be there during the lead up to the event (next Saturday). Went out to dinner night before last to Huggo's -- the link will endeavour to convince you the food is fine cuisine, but it's just okay; mind you, it's about choices: we didn't make the choices the athletes would have, did we? -- and the whole town was in celebration mode. They'd just had a parade, and so the place was hopping with athletes and spectators... and us. Huggo's was super-busy, so we had nachos and quesadillas and fish-n-chips on essentially barstools:
I'm sure the athletes chose the salad, as we should have done. :|
Last night, we went to our first fou-fou restaurant of our holidays: the Holuakoa Gardens Restaurant. They specialise in organic, locally grown (local farmers) veges and meat. The food, whilst a bit dear, was superb. And it was just a few miles down the road in Holualoa Village: bargain!
What a change from the night before, wasn't it!!
But yeah, the Big Island has some incredible memories for us all... crafting out on the veranda:
But mostly, it's been about the sunsets:
Had to say goodbye to Holualoa and the warmth and the frogs and the chooks and the occasional rain drumming on the roof. :(
At the end, it wasn't all that serene, even Holualoa. There's heaps of evidence Kailua-Kona is growing: you can hear distant pile-drivers and grading machinery fairly early in the morning even in peaceful Holualoa. There are wide roads where before there was only lava-fields. Not just roads: cement instead of bitumen (blacktop).
And then, there's the hedge-trimmer guy working all morning at UCC across the paddock.
Hey, nothing's perfect. Ever. But this is as close as.
Kailua-Kona has hosted the Ironman Triathlon for quite a few years now... we just happened to be there during the lead up to the event (next Saturday). Went out to dinner night before last to Huggo's -- the link will endeavour to convince you the food is fine cuisine, but it's just okay; mind you, it's about choices: we didn't make the choices the athletes would have, did we? -- and the whole town was in celebration mode. They'd just had a parade, and so the place was hopping with athletes and spectators... and us. Huggo's was super-busy, so we had nachos and quesadillas and fish-n-chips on essentially barstools:
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| Hawai`ian Rainbow Smile |
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| Being good with a virgin pina colada |
Last night, we went to our first fou-fou restaurant of our holidays: the Holuakoa Gardens Restaurant. They specialise in organic, locally grown (local farmers) veges and meat. The food, whilst a bit dear, was superb. And it was just a few miles down the road in Holualoa Village: bargain!
What a change from the night before, wasn't it!!
But yeah, the Big Island has some incredible memories for us all... crafting out on the veranda:
But mostly, it's been about the sunsets:
Monday 7 October 2013
Not for the Weak-Spirited
I gotta hand it to the girls today: they're troopers! We did stuff today that would be pretty much considered fairly full-on... and they pulled through like champions.
Today was not a slack day.
We decided -- I should say, I suggested -- that we go for a drive to Na`alehu.
"Where's that?"
"Oh, a bit south of here ... rememober that sign that indicated Kailua-Kona when we were up at Volcano?"
"Yep?"
"Yeah, so it's on that road."
We set out betimes, heading south on Mamalahoa Hwy and then got on 11. It's all windy (as in: tortuous) and 35 mph for ages, well past Ho`okena, even.
[Side Note}: BTW, those [ ` ] thingies that punctuate Hawai`ian words are called and function as glottal stops. So Ho`okena is pronounced "Ho - O - Ken - Ah".
Hawai`ian vowels? you go: "Ah" - "Eh" (as in 'meh') "Ee" (as in 'eek') "O" and "Oo" (as in 'oops'). Now, I'm trying to think of an Aussie or Yank word that uses the "o" like the Hawai`ian "o"... and failing. It's not "oh" or "ho"... it's "o".
I'll have to get back to you on that.
So, anyway, back to the drive: the road finally straightened out and we were able to tear recklessly along at 45 mph. Yay. As we drove along, the trees and other vegetation thinned out, and we started to see patches of barren lava and the odd mac-nut orchard here and there with trees looking a bit worse for wear. I'm guessing drought, and hoping not some parasitic blight.
After a long stretch of no-mo nahtheeng, we happened upon a little shopping thingie in the middle of nowhere and picked up some nibblies there, all the while musing: "you don't wanna be running out of milk out here!"
The vegetation slowly returned, and the surroundings were beautiful in a Kamuela (windy, evergreens, cool dry air) sort-of way.
And there it was: the South Point turnoff, which on a whim, we followed. Mmmkay, I'm driving so I followed. The road got narrower and seemed interminably long, and I wasn't remembering ANY of it at all. We finally got to this road-end point that looked positively apocalyptic (cement slabs of former building, wind and dust everywhere, a scene out of Mad Max) and this shirtless local marketed the concept of a ride to Green Sand Beach in his ute to us through the window. Perfect pidgin, perfectly amiable, reasonably priced ($15 PP round trip).
He said it was a 3-hour hike to the beach. Now, in the back of my mind I thought: "I don't remember walking for three hours back in the day" -- small-kid-time -- but then, I couldn't remember the Mad Max locale either, so the road must have been a different one to before.
Quick think, "um, sure. Okay."
Remember, Nanny's on Bactrim for her injured arm, so she's meant to avoid the sun. I checked with her: nope, she's good to go. Whilst there were a few sparse clouds, mostly it was sunny -- think: outback with no shade and lots of dust -- and very windy and fairly warm. Okay, hot, even.
The girls got in the ute -- it was one of those pick-up trucks with a cramped passenger seat section -- and I perched on a big, yellow eskie on the back looking down some young people from Northern Italy, and we were off. The road quickly degraded to an unsealed, deeply rutted track, but, as it turned out, this was the smooth-sailing bit.
When we got down to the water's edge, the road -- okay, track -- sort-of went through a lava field. The ute climbed through this like a faithful burro and on it went, up steep embankments, down rocky rubble that only loosely resembled a road, raising more dust and dashing any hope that this was going to be a quick trip.
It wasn't.
Along the way, we picked up the driver's son, who was as amiable as his dad. We had a chat about surfing -- he had his boogie-board with him, and was waxing it as we talked -- and about working as a ranch-hand pounding the fence-posts (metal) through blue rock. I reckoned he deserved a day off: putting up those fences looked like massively miserable work.
After what seemed like ages of bone-jarring, nerve-shredding bouncing over inhospitable terrain, we arrived. And as the girls got out of the ute to have a look, I wryly wondered: "was this worth the ordeal they just went through?"
So, it has been 40+ years since I've seen this beach last: I was astonished at the erosion. The beach was waaaaay down there!! Indeed, I left my rubbah sleepah up with Julia and proceeded down the cliff barefooted, like the locals.
Was it worth it?
Well, let me ask this: does this sand look green to you?
I think it was worth the climb down, myself. How far down?
Way down! I was really puffed when I climbed back out -- it is SO time I got back into shape, you know?
Anyway, in my heart of hearts I can't unequivocally and firmly assert that the ordeal was worth it, but hey, we did it! And Paul even showed the girls "how fo' make da kine shaka, lah dat!"
This was easily the hardest thing we undertook, this trek to South Point's Green Sand Beach -- the hike around the Akaka Falls track was a walk in the park. Which, I guess, it sort-of was, anyway. :-/
Exhausted, we climbed back in the car and headed back up the hill to Na`alehu. Full of good vibes about "da shaka" we stopped at an eatery with that name and were underwhelmed for the first time since we've been here. Big Jakes in Holualoa was awesome, the Kalua Pork plate in Hawi was amazing, even the food at the little mom-n-pop Asian Fusion takeaway in Kea`au was so ono, but this was a bit meh. I had the laulau pork/fish and Julia the Kalua pork plate... Nanny fared the best, since all she had was water, since she wasn't quite herself yet after that ordeal.
We stopped in Punalu`u.
This place has great significance to Martin, Bonnie and me. This is the location we learned about observing the non-apparent from the local boys who hung out there.
Of all the places I've been to, this has changed the least.
A short video:
The girls deserved rewards for their intrepid fortitude, so we went shopping in Hilo -- it was actually about the same time-distance and less curves (as compared to returning to Kona the way we came) going on up to Volcano (closed), past Namakani-Paio (closed) through Mt View, Kurtistown and Kea`au... then after some amazing shopping -- we ALL did well! -- we headed up the Saddle Road, one of the few roads on the Big Island where you really struggle to stay at 55 mph, because you so could go faster, it's such a good road.
They're in bed now, and I think I will head there too, now. We came into Holualoa with the rain pelting down, but by the time we got to the place we're staying, it had subsided long enough for us all to get into the house. I like to call it "got in between bounces"... it did start up again pretty hard.
All in all, a BIG day!
Today was not a slack day.
We decided -- I should say, I suggested -- that we go for a drive to Na`alehu.
"Where's that?"
"Oh, a bit south of here ... rememober that sign that indicated Kailua-Kona when we were up at Volcano?"
"Yep?"
"Yeah, so it's on that road."
We set out betimes, heading south on Mamalahoa Hwy and then got on 11. It's all windy (as in: tortuous) and 35 mph for ages, well past Ho`okena, even.
[Side Note}: BTW, those [ ` ] thingies that punctuate Hawai`ian words are called and function as glottal stops. So Ho`okena is pronounced "Ho - O - Ken - Ah".
Hawai`ian vowels? you go: "Ah" - "Eh" (as in 'meh') "Ee" (as in 'eek') "O" and "Oo" (as in 'oops'). Now, I'm trying to think of an Aussie or Yank word that uses the "o" like the Hawai`ian "o"... and failing. It's not "oh" or "ho"... it's "o".
I'll have to get back to you on that.
So, anyway, back to the drive: the road finally straightened out and we were able to tear recklessly along at 45 mph. Yay. As we drove along, the trees and other vegetation thinned out, and we started to see patches of barren lava and the odd mac-nut orchard here and there with trees looking a bit worse for wear. I'm guessing drought, and hoping not some parasitic blight.
After a long stretch of no-mo nahtheeng, we happened upon a little shopping thingie in the middle of nowhere and picked up some nibblies there, all the while musing: "you don't wanna be running out of milk out here!"
The vegetation slowly returned, and the surroundings were beautiful in a Kamuela (windy, evergreens, cool dry air) sort-of way.
And there it was: the South Point turnoff, which on a whim, we followed. Mmmkay, I'm driving so I followed. The road got narrower and seemed interminably long, and I wasn't remembering ANY of it at all. We finally got to this road-end point that looked positively apocalyptic (cement slabs of former building, wind and dust everywhere, a scene out of Mad Max) and this shirtless local marketed the concept of a ride to Green Sand Beach in his ute to us through the window. Perfect pidgin, perfectly amiable, reasonably priced ($15 PP round trip).
He said it was a 3-hour hike to the beach. Now, in the back of my mind I thought: "I don't remember walking for three hours back in the day" -- small-kid-time -- but then, I couldn't remember the Mad Max locale either, so the road must have been a different one to before.
Quick think, "um, sure. Okay."
Remember, Nanny's on Bactrim for her injured arm, so she's meant to avoid the sun. I checked with her: nope, she's good to go. Whilst there were a few sparse clouds, mostly it was sunny -- think: outback with no shade and lots of dust -- and very windy and fairly warm. Okay, hot, even.
The girls got in the ute -- it was one of those pick-up trucks with a cramped passenger seat section -- and I perched on a big, yellow eskie on the back looking down some young people from Northern Italy, and we were off. The road quickly degraded to an unsealed, deeply rutted track, but, as it turned out, this was the smooth-sailing bit.
When we got down to the water's edge, the road -- okay, track -- sort-of went through a lava field. The ute climbed through this like a faithful burro and on it went, up steep embankments, down rocky rubble that only loosely resembled a road, raising more dust and dashing any hope that this was going to be a quick trip.
It wasn't.
Along the way, we picked up the driver's son, who was as amiable as his dad. We had a chat about surfing -- he had his boogie-board with him, and was waxing it as we talked -- and about working as a ranch-hand pounding the fence-posts (metal) through blue rock. I reckoned he deserved a day off: putting up those fences looked like massively miserable work.
After what seemed like ages of bone-jarring, nerve-shredding bouncing over inhospitable terrain, we arrived. And as the girls got out of the ute to have a look, I wryly wondered: "was this worth the ordeal they just went through?"
So, it has been 40+ years since I've seen this beach last: I was astonished at the erosion. The beach was waaaaay down there!! Indeed, I left my rubbah sleepah up with Julia and proceeded down the cliff barefooted, like the locals.
Was it worth it?
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| View from the bottom |
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| Green? Um, sort-of. Which is Kind-Of, But-Not-Really. |
Anyway, in my heart of hearts I can't unequivocally and firmly assert that the ordeal was worth it, but hey, we did it! And Paul even showed the girls "how fo' make da kine shaka, lah dat!"
This was easily the hardest thing we undertook, this trek to South Point's Green Sand Beach -- the hike around the Akaka Falls track was a walk in the park. Which, I guess, it sort-of was, anyway. :-/
Exhausted, we climbed back in the car and headed back up the hill to Na`alehu. Full of good vibes about "da shaka" we stopped at an eatery with that name and were underwhelmed for the first time since we've been here. Big Jakes in Holualoa was awesome, the Kalua Pork plate in Hawi was amazing, even the food at the little mom-n-pop Asian Fusion takeaway in Kea`au was so ono, but this was a bit meh. I had the laulau pork/fish and Julia the Kalua pork plate... Nanny fared the best, since all she had was water, since she wasn't quite herself yet after that ordeal.
We stopped in Punalu`u.
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| Image should be clickable for larger view |
Of all the places I've been to, this has changed the least.
A short video:
The girls deserved rewards for their intrepid fortitude, so we went shopping in Hilo -- it was actually about the same time-distance and less curves (as compared to returning to Kona the way we came) going on up to Volcano (closed), past Namakani-Paio (closed) through Mt View, Kurtistown and Kea`au... then after some amazing shopping -- we ALL did well! -- we headed up the Saddle Road, one of the few roads on the Big Island where you really struggle to stay at 55 mph, because you so could go faster, it's such a good road.
They're in bed now, and I think I will head there too, now. We came into Holualoa with the rain pelting down, but by the time we got to the place we're staying, it had subsided long enough for us all to get into the house. I like to call it "got in between bounces"... it did start up again pretty hard.
All in all, a BIG day!
Sunday 6 October 2013
Well, we probably SEEM slack...
Only just because we haven't posted in a while. (I think I hear Julia going "who're you calling 'we'? I've been posting!!")
But anyway, time to post a bit. We're all sitting here, Julia's at the bench with her netbook, Nanny was on the couch watching videos on her Samsung tablet, but she's stopped to have some of Julia's glorious barbecued chicken on toast. Me,
I'm on my second Guinness longneck (US$2.39 a bottle, Australia!!) and blissfully happy I've got Lightworks Linux beta working again on my laptop (not without a struggle). I have done a quick little video about Keokua Beach Park at Kapa`au and Holualoa, where we're staying, but it isn't all that crash-hot because of the shaky video. Fortunately, we Linux folk usually have some awesome solution for that sort of thing, so as soon as I get back to Oz I'll be de-shaking a lot of that video I've been taking!
We didn't do much today. As in: we didn't GO anywhere... Julia did some crafting stuff -- as did Nanny -- and cooked a splendid lunch for us in about the closest thing you're going to find to Nirvana: this place:
Doesn't this look like a completely perfect way to spend a balmy afternoon? And then, such a sunset!
Oh, real quick - here's a still frame from that video I mentioned above:
Can video from a DSLR be that good? Yes, it's just that good.
So, Nanny's sitting on the couch with her tablet, Julia's online with Auntie and I'm polishing off that second tah-lie... life's GOOD!
Speaking of food: I was determined to have some of the foods of my childhood this time around. One of the things I definitely had to have was "cone sushi"... they're these egg-wrapped, rice-filled brown thingies that we used to have after a morning surfing out at Drainpipes.
The other thing I miss is "Haupia".
But anyway, time to post a bit. We're all sitting here, Julia's at the bench with her netbook, Nanny was on the couch watching videos on her Samsung tablet, but she's stopped to have some of Julia's glorious barbecued chicken on toast. Me,
I'm on my second Guinness longneck (US$2.39 a bottle, Australia!!) and blissfully happy I've got Lightworks Linux beta working again on my laptop (not without a struggle). I have done a quick little video about Keokua Beach Park at Kapa`au and Holualoa, where we're staying, but it isn't all that crash-hot because of the shaky video. Fortunately, we Linux folk usually have some awesome solution for that sort of thing, so as soon as I get back to Oz I'll be de-shaking a lot of that video I've been taking!
We didn't do much today. As in: we didn't GO anywhere... Julia did some crafting stuff -- as did Nanny -- and cooked a splendid lunch for us in about the closest thing you're going to find to Nirvana: this place:
Oh, real quick - here's a still frame from that video I mentioned above:
So, Nanny's sitting on the couch with her tablet, Julia's online with Auntie and I'm polishing off that second tah-lie... life's GOOD!
Speaking of food: I was determined to have some of the foods of my childhood this time around. One of the things I definitely had to have was "cone sushi"... they're these egg-wrapped, rice-filled brown thingies that we used to have after a morning surfing out at Drainpipes.
The other thing I miss is "Haupia".
Saturday 5 October 2013
A few days by the beach for a change.
So now it was time to move to our Worldmark timeshare part of the holiday ( only cos we had to!). We were met by very friendly staff and an apartment that had not been cleaned properly to quote Robin, gotta love that resort experience!. Anyway with a promise to clean it the next day we settled in. Rob was very happy because of the dirty room he got free internet! He was Haaaapy. The time in Kona was spent very lazily, eating icecream, shopping, checking out local places.... oh and did I say eating? Wherever we went if we could get Hawaiian Pork or the fresh local fish we did...
One night Robin and I walked to the beach ( rocks ) just across from our apartment to watch the sunset. Unfortunately couldn't take Mum with us as it was too unsteady underfoot. This was the view....
On one of the other nights we walked ( seemed like miles) to the local Bar on the beach, a place that holds fond memories sharing coffee with the Napa Galz on our last visit here. We had a nice refreshing drink and toasted their good health...
Some pics of downtown Kona... Its very hot down there by the water!
The flowers everywhere have been beautiful, I dont know if its because I can take the time to appreciate them more while being on holiday but the colours are stunning... The trade winds were doing their thing so probably not quite in focus..
I lurve lurve the flowers...
Well still some catching up to do... but there's a little bit more for you all...
One night Robin and I walked to the beach ( rocks ) just across from our apartment to watch the sunset. Unfortunately couldn't take Mum with us as it was too unsteady underfoot. This was the view....
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| There were hundreds of these little crabs on the rocks |
On one of the other nights we walked ( seemed like miles) to the local Bar on the beach, a place that holds fond memories sharing coffee with the Napa Galz on our last visit here. We had a nice refreshing drink and toasted their good health...
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| Guinness and a Pina Colada |
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| Cheers everyone! |
Some pics of downtown Kona... Its very hot down there by the water!
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| First Church on the Big Island |
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| Royal Palace |
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| downtown Kona |
I lurve lurve the flowers...
Well still some catching up to do... but there's a little bit more for you all...
Thursday 3 October 2013
Photos from the city of refuge... Last day in Hilo
I am getting a bit behind with these blog posts, so sorry but I am enjoying doing nothing!... something I find very hard to do for the most part, when i say I am doing nothing, I am actually doing some painting of stamped images ready for cards to be made when I get home, watching tutorials of the online art class I am doing, and learning how to use the GIMP, a photo editing software program ( much to Robins delight ) I only want to learn the basics to put together some collage card images, knowing Rob he will want me to learn the whole program.... It there was ever the place to be perfect for that, we are there!. We are now up on the Coffee Plantation high on the hillside of Holualua. You may remember we stayed here last year and LOVED it, we declared back then that we would be back and here we are.... it is just as perfect as we recalled. This has to be in my top 5 places I could live!
But like I said I have some catching up to do.. so here are some pictures of the day we went to The City of Refuge. For me it was one of the most beautiful places I have experienced... the peace and calmness delicious to the senses.... pure Hawaiian bliss
Breaking a kapu was believed to incur the wrath of the gods. Hawaiians often chased down an offender and swiftly put him to death unless he could reach a puuhonua, or place of refuge. There he could be absolved by a kahuna (priest) in a purification ceremony, then return home with his transgression forgiven. Defeated warriors and non-combatants could also find refuge here during times of battle.
After we were finished here we went to a little bay to find some lunch Hookena Beach did not have a place to eat, but it did have boiling hot sand! Some of the tourists were out having a snorkel,.. what a picture perfect spot for that.
We took the drive back home nice and slow stopping at the Jakes BBQ for some Hawaiian Pork.... BEST ever... Rob has already posted pictures of this so I wont repeat.. :)
Back home and time to pack up ready for out move the next day to the other side of the Island. I just had to get a shot of this house near the one we are staying at, celebrating Fall ( Autumn ) and the upcoming Halloween.
The next morning we said goodbye to our wonderful host Morris, a fellow airbnb host and his family. We chatted for a while about the price of properties on the island and discovered they were still in a property slump here, about 5 years behind the mainland, and houses can be picked up for as little as $55 K... My mind was going into overdrive as I started to work out how many we could afford to buy and do airbnb from! Could I make a living, could i fit into Island style living.... oh the busy brain! So many opportunities just screaming at me..!
Our stay in Hilo was over, we are so blessed we found Morris's place and would recommend anyone wanting an inexpensive place to stay on the big island to stay here... We paid $84.00 US a night.. It was the best value ever.... Look at what was available for us to pick from the garden...
Mahalo Morris, Yuki & Kyle xxxxx
But like I said I have some catching up to do.. so here are some pictures of the day we went to The City of Refuge. For me it was one of the most beautiful places I have experienced... the peace and calmness delicious to the senses.... pure Hawaiian bliss
History for those of you who might be curious of whats its all about.
In ancient times, Hawaiians lived under strict laws. Commoners could not get too close to the chief, nor were they allowed to touch any of his possessions, walk in his footsteps or even let their shadows touch the royal grounds. The penalty for violating a sacred kapu (taboo) was death.Breaking a kapu was believed to incur the wrath of the gods. Hawaiians often chased down an offender and swiftly put him to death unless he could reach a puuhonua, or place of refuge. There he could be absolved by a kahuna (priest) in a purification ceremony, then return home with his transgression forgiven. Defeated warriors and non-combatants could also find refuge here during times of battle.
Back home and time to pack up ready for out move the next day to the other side of the Island. I just had to get a shot of this house near the one we are staying at, celebrating Fall ( Autumn ) and the upcoming Halloween.
The next morning we said goodbye to our wonderful host Morris, a fellow airbnb host and his family. We chatted for a while about the price of properties on the island and discovered they were still in a property slump here, about 5 years behind the mainland, and houses can be picked up for as little as $55 K... My mind was going into overdrive as I started to work out how many we could afford to buy and do airbnb from! Could I make a living, could i fit into Island style living.... oh the busy brain! So many opportunities just screaming at me..!
Our stay in Hilo was over, we are so blessed we found Morris's place and would recommend anyone wanting an inexpensive place to stay on the big island to stay here... We paid $84.00 US a night.. It was the best value ever.... Look at what was available for us to pick from the garden...
Mahalo Morris, Yuki & Kyle xxxxx
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes.
After a few enjoyable day's by the sea it's time for a different scene, our home on the mountain is calling.
It is just as beautiful as last year, this time has more coffee beans ready to pick.
I love freshly squeezed orange juice, there is none fresher than picking oranges off the tree and drinking the juice (the orange trees are laiden with fruit).
Everyone here is so friendly, the way of life on the Big Island is so much slower than ours.
Here on the mountain is quite a few degrees cooler than on the beach, soon after we went to bed last night it started to rain, I love to hear rain on the roof whilst I'm in bed.
Talking of bed, my bedroom is as big as my 3bedrooms back home put together.
The view from the lounge window is breath taking, looking over rows of coffee beans down to Kona beach where we stayed before coming here.
It is just as beautiful as last year, this time has more coffee beans ready to pick.
I love freshly squeezed orange juice, there is none fresher than picking oranges off the tree and drinking the juice (the orange trees are laiden with fruit).
Everyone here is so friendly, the way of life on the Big Island is so much slower than ours.
Here on the mountain is quite a few degrees cooler than on the beach, soon after we went to bed last night it started to rain, I love to hear rain on the roof whilst I'm in bed.
Talking of bed, my bedroom is as big as my 3bedrooms back home put together.
The view from the lounge window is breath taking, looking over rows of coffee beans down to Kona beach where we stayed before coming here.
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