Enjoying life, off the hamster wheel
I guess our readership has tapered off somewhat… that happens when you don’t keep up with the entries. Not that our readership was at record highs anyway! We get more spam than readers, but what the heck: Our philosophy is to hopefully give as much pleasure to whomever reads our blog, maybe even give a few tips or some information even if very few people read it, and then, well, we’re happy. So if we make you happy, we’re happy.
So, where were we? Ah yes, Hawaii… About 2 weeks after our return home from Maui, there was an earthquake off the big island of Hawaii, which was approximately magnitude 2 on the Richter scale in Maui. As I understand it, there was no damage or major upset in the resort area of Wailea, where we had been staying. Never-the-less, we’re lucky we were home when it happened.
On the day before we left Maui, Neil, Melissa and I took off in Phil’s ‘Magnum PI’ car (for you European readers, ‘Magnum P.I.’ was a TV show in the ‘80s starring Tom Selleck as a Private Investigator – hence “P.I.” – named Magnum, whose private investigations took place season after season in Hawaii. He drove a fancy car and had lots of muscles, a big moustache and girls galore; it’s one of those iconic TV shows here in North America from the 80s) and we headed down-island to a hiking trail I had read about called the “King’s Highway” down at La Pérouse Bay.
La Pérouse Bay is at the end of Makena Alanui Road and is a part of the Ahihi-Kina’u Natural Area Preserve. A lava field from the island’s last volcanic activity in the 1790s dominates the region, and looks like an alien landscape – beautiful, rugged and raw. It is breath-taking. There are also archeaological remains of an old Hawaiian village near the shore.
The “King’s Highway” is a rugged footpath that was once used by the king and his retinue to collect taxes. It circled the island and is tamped into the volcanic rock. As said, there are archaeological remains from Hawaiian buildings and such, presumably since European contact which happened in earnest in the 1800’s.
I’ve found a nice web site: www.hawaiiweb.com/maui/ which gives some good information on major areas to see in Maui. But, what’s with the girl with the coconut bra on the main page? A coconut bra? Ouch!
Anyway, we drove down to La Pérouse Bay and walked around.
The picture above shows a beautiful bay which doesn’t actually belong to the park. This little section of the La Pérouse Bay includes a privately owned property. Oddly, despite the rules on Maui that allow beach access to everyone, this section was fenced off with a private property sign. It looked like a spectacular place to snorkel and swim, though you’d need sandals or beach shoes to walk over the sharp lava rock in the water.
Here is a good example of some of the ruins that can be seen along the King’s Highway. Houses were constructed out of thick walls made from lava stones interlaced like brick work. The foot print of the construction looked rectangular, and I think the roofs were thatched.
A little further along King’s Highway, the coast line gets more rugged and the waves crash over the lava rock. Bits of coral have been hurled quite far on the beach. The white coral makes a beautiful contrast to the black and dark iron oxide brown of the rock.
There’s a rugged “other worldly” feel about the lava field with plant life clinging tenaciously to the hills behind. It was absolutely beautiful and awe inspiring. It felt so raw and quiet. It’s as if peace exists in the tension between chaos and stillness, and this place is meant to remind us of this.
We made our way to Little Beach and went snorkeling, but there aren’t any pictures, unfortunately. We bobbed like corks in the sea, face down marveling at all the beautiful fish, then sat on the terracotta coloured sand and ate a fresh, sweet pineapple. Heaven! Then it was back to the hotel. Neil and Melissa had to return to the ballroom to supervise the dismantling of the lighting at 11pm that night, and get everything out of the room by 12pm – the next day! It was going to be a long grueling over night call for them, so we did a little grocery shopping so they had food to snack on throughout the night. We got back to the hotel and had a light dinner, and then they slept for a few hours before they had to go to work.
While they were sleeping I walked around the hotel and took a few last pictures of the Grand Wailea’s constructed paradise, which comes with hazard cones by the pool
and of a visitor who ventured to sample from the offerings of paradise.
The next day, shortly after 12pm when Melissa and Neil were done, Neil called me on my cell to see where I was. I was down at the beach below the hotel, snorkeling of course, and he was so excited at the prospect of going for one last snorkel that he came down, even after a grueling overnight call. I was amazed at his enthusiasm and a little worried that he would get tired, but he was wired and jumped in the water. It didn’t take long until the exertion from swimming wore him out, and he fell asleep on the sand for about an hour, until I woke him up, dragged him back to the hotel and poured him into bed where he slept for a few hours.
Here he is, happily preparing for a final, fun snorkel!
We were on separate planes back to Vancouver, and the plane I was on was half full, so I got a whole row to myself. We flew through the night and into the sunrise, and saw the sun slowly opening the fold of darkness.
Now we’re home and dreaming of more puddles to jump.