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I want some seafood, baby – from Mama’s Fish House


2010
11.05

November 5th – Day 5 of Art Every Day Month.  That’s a web challenge to produce a piece of art every day in November and anyone can join.  Art is loosely defined.  For example, yesterday I posted photos of dinosaur muffins I made; today, it’s going to be a travel journal with photos.

So – Maui.  This is the last entry in the Maui journal.  Anyone who missed the others, I urge you to look if only for the photos of the gorgeous ocean and beaches.  If you’re a foodie, I urge you to look at The Feast at Lele.  Just start here and go through the entries one by one to find the beaches and the Feast at Lele, and excuse me for the intervening photos of my grandchildren.

Maui – October 15-16; Last two days.

The wedding

Our vacation was ending – with the event that brought us here in the first place.  We attended a wedding at the Ritz-Carlton which, as you might imagine, is a beautiful resort on the north-west coast.

The pool area of the Ritz-Carlton

Wedding venue

Of course, the wedding was perfection as was the luncheon. The Ritz makes food catererd for luncheons just as exquisite as you would expect from the restaurant.

The eating continues

The only flaw in the entire plan was that some of us were meeting for dinner at The Banyan Tree, a restaurant on the grounds of the Ritz-Carlton, just a few hours from the luncheon.  Well, let it not be said that we shied away from an opportunity to eat delicious food – because we didn’t .

Most of us, except my husband who is good at moderation, ordered as we would have on an empty stomach.  The food was top-notch.  Not as good as The Feast at Lele – but what would be? We enjoyed our dinner and felt the need for martinis and port afterwards – with dessert.  I hesitate to say we ordered dessert, but we did.  And we knew we had a big meal coming the next day, too.

Mama’s Fish House

Our last day.  We spent it relaxing at the pool and the ocean and packing up.

The endless variety of colors in the water mesmerize me.

It’s fun watching the water splash against the sea wall.  This is the sea wall outside our resort.  The beach can be narrow (This is not a hign-end resort) but it was great for us.  I walked down there in high and low tide.

Sea wall and beach

We had one activity planned: dinner at Mama’s Fish House.

Everyone who knew we were going to Maui said we must eat at Mama’s Fish House.  I  concluded that myself from reading the guide book; thus, I made reservations in advance.  I must have told them it was my birthday also…because after dinner, a dessert with a candle arrived.

To get an idea of the restaurant, look here.  It’s a review from a magazine that named it best restaurant in the US 2010!

Mama’s is outside Pa’ia which is near the airport which means it was an hour drive or so.  But by then we were so used to that road (we put 700 miles on the rental car on that little island) that is seemed like nothing.

The Setting

Wow.  Is that enough said? To get to the entrance you follow a very long path that winds around the restaurant – right on the beach.  Palm trees, an old outrigger canoe, sidewalks made with gecko-shaped concrete molds – this atmosphere prepped you favorably for what was to come inside.

Which was outside.  We sat in an area that had a roof, but I don’t know if there was any way to drop walls so that the restaurant would be closed up.

I know the photo doesn’t look like it was “outside”, but if I’d taken the photo from where Mark is sitting, you’d just see outside, no wall.

The Food

Another exquisite meal.  Another expensive meal. The Feast at Lele, The Banyan Tree, and now Mama’s Fish House.  The menu was so exciting that it took a martini to assist me in my decision.

For Mark, it took a Mai Tai. I, of course, wanted to try everything, but the best I could manage was two starters and a main dish. Well, and dessert of course. Mama’s is known for their mahi-mahi stuffed with lobster and crab so I ordered that.  What can I say except the reputation is deserved.  Again, I was savoring every bite, oohing and ahhing, and Mark was again bewildered at how one could be so excited by food – especially after eating so much the day before.

If you are interested in the menu, you can enlarge this next.  Does everyone know that if you want to see a photo larger, you just click on it? Then when you’re done, hit the back arrow.

It did make the perfect last night, or the last night perfect, however you prefer to see it.

We were nostalgic as we settled in at the condo for our last night, listening to the ocean and the frogs in the lily pond near our unit.

Looking out the door, this is what I see.

Here today, gone to Maui

This time it was true.  We were here today, but gone tomaui.  The last day consisted of driving to the airport, returning the rental car, and boarding the plane. It was an amazing vacation.  To think that were it not for the wedding, we would never have gone to Maui – it sounded too tame compared to Italy and China and Costa Rica and the other places we have gone. Not only did it turn out to be worth the trip, it’s worth going again.  And I think we will.  We’ll stay again in Papakea J-104. Why change when you’ve got a good thing going?  And we will outwit the rental car agency. (see this post)

Next trip? Not planned yet. In January, maybe we’ll talk.

The Forbidden Road and Pineapple Wine


2010
10.25

Ignoring Advice

Being somewhat adventurous, we took the advice of our Ka’anapoli (we actually stayed in Ka’anapoli, up the road from Lahaina) condo owner and took the back road to return to Lahaina.  She said the car companies do not want you to drive that road because of the primitive conditions, but if you are daring enough to risk a break-down with no help, take the road – it’s not that bad.  And it wasn’t.  It was sparse.

That side of Maui, the south end and lower west coast, is basically desert.

The ocean was still there and it was still blue, but not as stunning as the Hana side.

A couple of wild goats ran across the road in front of us, chukars were running about, and we passed ranches, cattle in the road, a natural lava arch,

cinder cones – or something that looked like a cinder cone,

as well as wind-blown cliffs and lava flows.  We did have one particularly interesting stretch of road, at least in its configuration.

It wasn’t possible to drive completely around so we ended up heading up country and running into the Tedeschi Winery.

Pineapple Wine

Yep, Maui has a winery and produces pineapple wine.  They also produce a few varietals that they mix right there with grapes from California.  So that wasn’t very exotic.  But we tasted several varieties of the pineapple wine as well as bubbly, and a couple were quite good.

Up Country

Up Country is one of the regions Maui is divided into.  We were on Kula Highway and there were several places I wanted to see there, but we couldn’t find them, weren’t looking too hard, and we were tired.  The lure of those lawn chairs at the sea wall was getting stronger and we went home.  Home to our little Ka’anapoli Condo.  We’ll have more Up Country coming when we go to the crater.

Pa’ia

We did need lunch, however, before returning because were hungry and Kula Highway brought us out by the airport.  A sign said Pa’ia was only four miles so we headed there for lunch at the Pa’ia Fish Market Restaurant, which was recommended by Cristina, nephew Kent’s wife.  Good meal, walked the streets, went back.

Pa’ia has coast on one side and sugar cane fields on the other.  Central Maui is full of sugar cane fields.

“Home”

Gosh, it felt good to get on my swimsuit, sit by the sea, dip in the pool.  Mark enjoyed it too – my non-aquatic husband.  I’ve turned into the kind of woman who doesn’t mind if strangers see my flabby arms, drooping flesh, pasty legs,  bumps and bruises. And I have all that and more.  Not sure I want my friends and family to see me that way, but they probably have a pretty good idea of what I look like anyhow.   That’s how it is.  At least my feet look OK.

Coming up -  sunset sails, aquariums, and more

Hana Town and Beyond


2010
10.24

My Shorts

Before we set out the next morning to explore Hana and environs, my husband asked, “Are your shorts on frontwise?”

Or something like that.  I looked, assured him that the front of the shorts was in front and realized that I’d become someone willing to wear shorts in front of strangers because darn it, it was more comfortable.  And cooler.  At the end of the hike, I realized I had become someone who could tell front from back, but not inside out from right side out.  Yes, I did the entire hike with my shorts on inside out, seams flapping.

Haleakala National Park, Kipahulu section.

The main area of the park encompasses the volcano, and this area is connected – you just have to reach it from the Hana side.  We started early for a two-mile uphill hike to Waimoku Falls, a 400-foot drop.  It was on this trail, the Pipiwai Trail, that we encountered another highlight of the trip.

The Bamboo Forest

Completely unexpectedly, we crossed a bridge and entered at least a half mile of bamboo forest.

Dense stands of bamboo that blocked the sun.

Gusts of wind made the entire forest sound like wind chimes.  This place was insane. Not possible.  But there it was.  We walked the entire distance in awe, really, and on the return, it went by all too quickly.  We did reach Waimoku Falls, which were nice, but if full of water would have been jaw-dropping.

Along this walk there are many steep cliffs and the park is quite adamant about people sticking to the trail.  Red signs warn Danger, Steep Cliff, Fatal Drop.  No mincing words there.

We were tired.  We – I – wanted to stop at Ohe’o Gulch to swim and splash in the Seven Sacred Pools, but you know how it is sometimes? What you wanted all of a sudden didn’t seem so important because after all, you could just look at it later or read about it?  The four-mile hike and the sun made us too tired to stop here at the Seven Sacred Pools, which are neither sacred nor seven, but the name sticks.  Above the bridge, there are over 20 little pools alone.  Plenty of people were splashing around in one pool or another, and I wished them well and wished me some lunch and rest.

Hana Town

Can’t stay down for long.  We headed into Hana Town with no particular goal in mind, but ended up just following the coastline as far as we could.  We did try to go to an arboretum but it turned out to be closed.  On the way, we passed a sign for the Blue Pool, which is something that people want to see apparently.  But it’s on private property and the owner can get pretty ruffled if people trespass, so we did not.  We had been warned. So back to the beach.

Waianapanapa State Park

This is a do-not-miss-under-any-circumstances place. There is a black sand beach here that is gorgeous, if small.

We walked down, Mark stood in the water – he does not often venture into water other than the shower – and I just gaped at the blue colors.

I was too conscious of salt water being the kiss of death for cameras to go in water. I fried one camera that way.

Palm trees, the greenest of green vegetation, turquoise water, a natural arch, and a crescent-shaped black sand beach are almost too much to take in.  It is enough to make me emotional right now writing about it.

We walked around and there was a cemetery, very old, Honokalani Cemetery, where Hawaiian ancestors are buried.  People were tent-camping right next to the cemetery, which is outlined in lava rocks as they all are.

Finally, a pipa

I’ve been wanting a pipa since 2005 in Costa Rica.  It’s a young, green coconut that is husked and a straw is inserted so you can drink the liquid which is clear and refreshing.  We saw a stand, I bought a pipa, and we rested in a shady area before continuing our beach exploration.  We found Hana Bay – a little beach park with a calm bay for swimming, scads of locals picnicking and generally spending the afternoon relaxing.  We followed the coast further and found a little red sand beach

next to Koki Beach at Hamoa Village.

A sign there says, Aloha, visitor.  This beach is dangerous.  Countless drownings and near drownings occur. Please be safe.  Ask our local surfers advice. Do not swim alone. I think that’s the key – ask the locals who seem to know where to swim and when it’s safe.

End of the Road

We could go no further so we returned to Hale Manu to barbecue steak for dinner.

We sat on the porch and watched the ocean, lit the tiki torches, had wine, and received countless little mosquito bites that weren’t quite so little the next day.  We even had repellent on but it’s really old.  We kept it because there is no expiration date, but I do believe it has expired.  We watched the geckos – little bitty ones who ran up the walls and across the living room floor.  We went to bed.

The next day we would take the Road FROM Hana to head back to our little condo.  Meanwhile, here are a couple of astounding pictures of the beaches around Hana.  I say astounding not for the quality of the photography, but for the sheer beauty of the colors and the water.

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The Road to Heaven – I mean Hana


2010
10.21

We planned a couple of nights in Hana, which is on the bottom east corner of the island.  The Road to Hana is reputed to be difficult, with 54 bridges, narrow lanes and so on.  In fact, at the slack key guitar concert we went to later in the trip, one of the songs was 54 Bridges to Hana Town.  And I’d been hearing comments like these:

I can’t believe you’re going to drive that road.

I would never do that road again.

There’s really not that much to do.

Be sure you don’t have a big car because the road is so small.

That road is scary, really scary.

It went on and on.  How did I know what to believe? The travel guides Fodors and Lonely Planet offered opinions, but I’ve concluded that travel guides err on the side of caution.  Truthfully, I was getting a bit apprehensive because I don’t like heights and steep cliffs and it was sounding scarier and scarier.  But we were committed.

I was still turning the car situation over in my mind, and since we had to go right by the airport to get to Hana Highway, we stopped at Budget.  Long story and long discussion short – we left in a wonderful orange Jeep Wrangler, one of their most upscale cars, but we got it at our original price.

Mark with the jeep

Off to Hana!  Excited about it.  I had combined two guide books so what one didn’t have, the other would.  But oh how we miss Rick Steves.  Wish he covered the United States, not just Europe.

The road is full of curves and the bridges are very short – basically fording water drainage areas.  And the first “sight” is Twin Falls.  We didn’t walk up because the book said it was five minutes, the people coming down said it was 20, but there wasn’t much water mainly. It had been a low water year, and the falls elicited a reaction more like, “Oh, some water coming over a cliff,” not wide-eyed disbelief that such a creation exists.  But this is what the book said.  “Keep your eye out for the fruit stand just after mile marker 2.  Stop here and treat yourself to some fresh sugar cane juice.”

Twin Falls Fruit Stand

Who am I to ignore that? So at the little snack stand I got a cold cup of sugar cane juice.  Delicious. The canes of the plant themselves are smashed through a juicer thing and liquid emerges.  Since it’s not refined sugar, it isn’t so sweet.  Refreshing, actually.

Heading onward, we encountered many stopped cars and a man with six or so parrots.  He charged $20 for pictures and used the money for some bird refuge program.  Whatever it was for, we did it and it was lots of fun.  He slung those birds around by the beak or feet and they didn’t blink.  Or squawk.  And we have fun photos.

Waikamoi Nature Trail was the next stop.  This side of the island is rain forest so the trees host many epiphytes and lianas.  Not so lush as Monte Verde or Tortuguera in Costa Rica, but there were tropical flowers – those amazing, waxy-looking, strangely-shaped blooms.

I had visions of us stopping at waterfalls and little pools and getting wet, which we mostly did not.  Might have been different in a wet year.  But Mark did get knee-deep in one pool the guide book called little-known and hard to find, and it was.  Haipua’ena Falls was a slick walk up rocks, but I am nothing if not persistent, and we found it.

Sensory Overload

The ocean.  It is BLUE on that side of the island, blue like you can’t believe is real.  Eye-popping, with equally green greens growing on the hillsides.  We stopped at various places for photos, but this is not a stopping type of road.  By each bridge there are places for three or four cars to pull over but that’s about it.  Yet I couldn’t stop taking pictures.  This was a definite highlight of the trip, seeing this coastline.

What we call Rest Stops, Hawaii calls Wayside Parks.  We stopped at Kaumahina State Wayside Park for lunch and it was not fun.  Too many flies or something similar.  Payoff for lush green rain forest – insects.  But there was a view of the stunning blue ocean, and the rest of the road really fits that phrase “beyond description.”  How do you describe something beyond description?

Honomanu Bay was accessible from a small road that may not have been passable had it been raining, but we zipped right down.

This bay is used mostly by local fishermen and surfers.  On calm days snorkeling may be possible, but Maui isn’t a place where you can just stop at any beach and jump in.  There are strong currents, turbulence, rips, and submerged rocks and hazards, and although there are surfers just about everywhere, I wouldn’t jump in the water without knowing it’s safe or in an obvious place where tons of people are swimming.  We walked around on the rocky black-sand beach, dipped our feet in the water, and went to what proved to be one of the highlights of the trip, which was…

Ke’anae and the Arboretum

Halfway to Hana. Took a turn down to this village looking for some banana bread.  Yep, all along the road to Hana, banana bread is for sale at little stands.  They grow lots of apple bananas in the region and somehow this banana bread thing got started.  The Fodor’s Guide said the best was in Ke’anae so we went to find the Ke’anae Landing Fruit Stand. Almost missed it because the name was so small – the letters you could really see said Aunty Sandy’s Banana Bread.  It was so excellent, and we tried others along the way that did not begin to compare, some we couldn’t even finish and threw away.  This was worth it.  Sandra Hueu makes 160 loaves of banana bread a day, using 400 pounds of bananas a week.

This little town has about 30 residents who are able to fish, farm, and almost be sustainable in their food. Could you live on a little peninsula with 30 other people?  Yes is the answer because the coast is the reward.  I defy anyone to get tired of looking at the waves splashing against the rocks, the different colors in the water.

There’s a little church down there with of course a cemetery and the residents take care of it.  It’s called Lanakila ‘Ihi ihi o lehove Ona Kaua and was built of lava and coral in 1860, just as we on the mainland were embroiled in civil war.  A tidal wave hit this area in 1946 and the church was the only building left standing.

We crossed the street to Ke’anae Beach Park.  Mesmerizing.  The water is definitely not for swimming as it’s full of sharp lava, but oh my the color.  We could hardly pull ourselves out of Ke’anae.  That would mean stopping looking at the infinite variety of waves and color in the ocean. Oh well.  Time to go.

We stopped at a bridge to look down at Ching’s Pond – formed by the stream that feeds the Ke’anae Peninsula.  I don’t know how people got down there, but there were several swimming holes with folks splashing away, and even young boys diving from the bridge.  Which did not look like a very good idea.  Surely, though, they’d done it before and know the territory.

We found we were not done with Ke’anae after all when we stopped at the most amazing place …

The Ke’anae Arboretum

If we had not stopped here, we would not have known there is an Australian tree called the painted eycalyptus.  My goodness.  The trees are tall and skinny with branches just near the top, but the bark – it’s colored in shades of green, red, gold, rust, yellow, orange – as if an artist had painted it. I could grow old looking at that bark in wonderment for hours at a time.

I seriously would like to look at that bark so I have sent an inquiry to a nursery who sells them, even though we are the completely wrong climate.  I can’t begin to describe how inadequate the photos are.

Journey On

I think we were getting tired, because we seem to have missed Wailua, where there is a blue and white chapel build with coral left on the beach from a freak storm.  We did stop for the Three Bears Falls, which was the best we saw.  We parked in the area that said No Parking at any Time because that’s where people were parked.  We were also advised not to stand or sit on the wall.  We did lean against it, however.  That was not prohibited.

We also missed Pua’a ka’a State Wayside Park (which means “rolling pig”).  Had we stopped and walked a short bit we could have found two pools to splash in.  The idea of combining two tour books was not so great in retrospect because I missed these things flipping back and forth.  I should have typed it out myself – at least the mile markers and list of places I wanted to see,  and I wouldn’t have missed these two pools.

Nahiku

This is a roadside collection of fruit stands, a coffee house, a couple of “restaurants” and a gift shop, but it gets its own name. There are some residences somewhere because the population is 80. We did stop – Mark needed coffee, I needed a restroom, and we were beat.  We may have set a record for taking the most time to drive the Road to Hana.  Some folks we ran into were round-tripping it, but I don’t see how that is possible.  You certainly couldn’t stop at all the little places we did.  And we stopped more than I mentioned – anywhere there might be something to see.

Hale Manu, our guesthouse

We reached Hana Town and zipped right through because the place we rented was a couple of miles beyond.  It’s a two-bedroom guest house and as we walked in, Hawaiian music was playing and there were little flowers everywhere.  Wow! But then not so much wow as we found the lighting too dim to read by and the furniture quite uncomfortable.  We heated up the leftover Costco pepperoni pizza, had a glass of wine, and called it a journey.

Here today, gone to Maui


2010
10.20

Hawaii, October 2010

Hawaii: One of those places you hear about all the time, but never quite zero in on.  At least I never did.  But I will take any chance to travel, and along came a wedding invitation for Becky Kern – in Maui! Bless those folks who conceived of “destination” weddings.  Becky is Susan Kern’s daughter.  Mike Zelinski, her step-dad, was a fellow Peace Corps volunteer in Oujda, Morocco with us from 1971 to 1973, and we’ve stayed in touch since.

So, besides the fact that I’ve always enjoyed Susan Kern, who writes the funniest stories, and that we’ve met the family at Disneyland, have gone to Ashland, OR with Susan and Mike, and had the four of them (Becky has a brother, Josh) visit us in Bakersfield, now we could celebrate Becky’s wedding in Maui.  A year before the event, we were in.

The hard part is planning.  Mark and I operate under the assumption that while we’d like to be relaxed and play the whole thing by ear, we know we probably won’t be back because there is so much world to see.  So we have to plan to a point.  This trip turned out to be well planned, but it was last minute.  The only thing I did early was air tickets and condo rental. Guidebooks – I started the weekend before we left.  I seem to be incredibly busy although a list of my activities wouldn’t sound so very time-consuming, but I really opened my Maui travel guide, one I had purchased a year ago, the weekend before we went.

October 6, 2010

It’s Wednesday, and for the first time we don’t have to get up at 4:00 AM to be at the Bakersfield Airport at 5:00 AM.  We only have to arrive at 10:30, fly to San Francisco, make a connection an hour later, and board the five-hour flight to Hawaii.  All in the daytime.  We arrive before dark.  Amazing.

Car rental companies – oh joy

Baggage arrives, hooray. We take the shuttle to Budget rent-a-car and find out, as usual, that the type of car we rented is not available even though we’ve had the reservation for months.  But rental cars are such a racket.  First thing the rental lady does, before she tells us our request is not available, is ask us if we’d like to upgrade to a bigger car?  No, we wouldn’t.  We reserved the Ford Escape or a like vehicle because that’s the type of car we wanted to drive.  So no, we don’t want to upgrade.  Would we like the insurance? No we would not.  Car lady gets a slightly worried, caring look that she has perfected, and says surely we want to get the lesser insurance at least, so we can have roadside assistance.  No we would not.  I mean, the company provides roadside assistance as part of the whole rental deal!  We are not her favorite customers now, because she isn’t making much of a commission off of us.

So she calls for the car, and wonder of wonders, there are none available of the type we wanted.  She has to upgrade us at the same cost as the lesser vehicle.  As if she didn’t know that at the very beginning!  So we are in a Dodge Journey or something like that and it’s more like a station wagon than a van even – sort of a squashed van.  We aren’t sitting high up like in the Escape and I honestly can barely see over the dashboard.  I’m not happy at all and on the drive to Lahaina, where we are staying, I turn this car thing over in my mind.

There is a Costco right by the airport, so we stopped there to buy water in quantity, Gatorade, and a few other things that would be cheaper there, and proceeded to the condo.

Maui

One of the Hawaiian Islands, Maui is not very big.  From one road you can see the ocean both ways.    Before 450 BC, Maui was settled by three waves of immigration: two from the Marquesas and one, a little later, from Tahiti.  The governing structure broke into a system of chiefdoms, one for each of three sections.  This coalesced into kingdoms until November 28, 1778, when Captain Cook saw the islands.  He actually never set foot on them, but he did see them.  The first European was a Frenchman, La Perouse.  I’ll talk about that later.  Anyhow, things went downhill from there from the point of view of native Hawaiians, and in fact, one of our greatest gifts – disease- almost finished off the Hawaiian population.

The islands went through the typical continuum from conquest to the introduction of Christianity to building up of government and industry, and in Maui’s case, tourism.  During the development of the sugar cane and pineapple industries, workers were imported from Japan and other Asian countries.

Now Maui is divided into six sections, and we got to know all but the northernmost coast of West Maui.  West Maui has a zillion resorts, gorgeous coastline, and the town of Lahaina is there.  We stayed in Ka’anapali and the only reason for our choice was the proximity to the Ritz Carlton where the wedding would be held.

Other sections

There are two sets of mountains, and between them is Central Maui.  It’s very commercial and industrial – I suppose it can’t all be paradise.  The South Shore has upscale resorts plus Big Beach, also to be mentioned later.  The North Shore has small towns and surfing beaches.  East Maui is a rain forest, and that’s where Hana is.  The feel of life is quite different there.  Upcountry is volcano country.  Farms and ranches are here. So it’s pretty simple, and when I say we got to know the entire island, I don’t mean we were in every town but we knew the structure and where we were going.

My Biggest Impression


Maui is small.  For some reason known only to my mind, I kept returning to the thought that the island was a very tiny speck in the great ocean.  That seemed significant in ordering our place in the universe.

Our condo

I found a condo on VRBO – Vacation Rentals by Owner, which I’ve used successfully several times before.  I couldn’t afford the super plush places but I did want to be on the water.  About a week before we left, the owner emailed me and said she thought we should know the balconies were going to be reconstructed while we were there and there would be lots of noise during the day.  I told her that it seemed like we were stuck, even though noise is one of my least favorite things.  She offered us her condo at Papakea Resort for the same price, which was very nice.  We took it.  J-104.

We arrived in the dark, so all the directions about passing the new Westin Ocean Resort, counting three lights from there, going past the pink building that used to be the Embassy Resorts – well, they were rather useless.  We did manage to find it.  You know how it is when you arrive tired and hungry? I stuck the Costco pizza in the oven and we settled in.  I didn’t think I was liking it but kept telling myself to wait until morning and I could see things.  It was hot, too, since the condo had been closed up all day.

Day One – we visit Lahaina

Morning came and it turned out that right outside our patio door there is a koi pond that has an amazing variety of water lilies.  There are some where the lily pads have little sides that turn up, like little rims.  And looking farther, we could see the ocean.

Looking out the door, this is what I see.

Amazing lily "plates"

I think I’ll call the above  lily pads, lily plates.  And how about this next?

I could have been in France.  Where’s Monet when you need him?

So that’s my lily pond, and here is my beach.

Those shadows are Mark and I looking at the clear water.  We also relax at our beach.  In fact, We’re on the first floor, which I usually don’t like because it isn’t very private, but soon decide it’s so much nicer to just walk out the door without messing with elevators or stairs.  It makes it quicker to walk a few yards and relax.  And relax we did, sitting on lounge chairs doing nothing.  Well, Mark napped, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the ocean.

Our beach

And one other thing about this condo – the furniture is comfortable, as are the beds.  We’ve stayed in places where there was nothing comfortable at all to sit on.  Plus, here we could see.  Some property owners have taken low lighting to a new (lower) level.

We want to take it easy the first day, so we drive down the road to Lahaina to do the walking tour.  And the first thing I see is Hilo Hatties!  Hooray – it’s awfully hard to find Hawaiian shirts in my size so this was a propitious start to the trip. Hilo Hatties has the biggest selection of Hawaiian clothing anywhere.  But Hilo Hatties has more than clothes.  Did you know that Hawaii has the largest per capita consumption of Spam?   I draw the line at Spam macadamia nuts.

There are no knock-out drop dead sights in Lahaina, but there are a number of interesting ones.  The Wo Hing Museum was built in 1912 and originally served as a meeting hall for a Chinese benevolent society.  Hawaii is a jumble of nationalities and Chinese immigrants are among them.  There is a tin-roofed cookhouse on the property where they continuously run movies by Thomas Edison – yes, shortly after he invented the movie camera he came to Hawaii and shot film in 1898 and 1906.  It’s grainy but what a good record of early Hawaii.

It was hot and humid but I learned my lesson in Florida and I drank lots of water.  It certainly wasn’t as hot and horrible as Florida, either.  In fact, we stopped noticing the weather at all.  It was 84 almost every day.  It was perfect.  The water was the same as the air – we could walk right into the pool or the ocean without even a twinge.

We walked to Waine’e Church – the first stone church in Hawaii, built in 1832.  Over the years it was rebuilt due to the belfry collapsing, fires, and storms, but the 1953 version  seems to be there for the duration.  The cemetery was interesting.  We didn’t see the most important graves because a wedding was in progress and they were taking photos on the lawn, but what we wanted to see was the grave of Queen Ke’opuolani, the wife of Kamehameha the Great, and the mother of kings Kamehameha II and III.

I like old cemeteries because looking at the headstones is like piecing together history.  You can see patterns of illness, how often babies died in the early days, how life expectancy changed, and so on.  For example, this person lived to 104 which must be unusual for that time period.

And so far in Lahaina and Hana, we have seen cemeteries literally everywhere – behind houses, in parks, at beaches, and many are in rubble because of erosion over the years.  The Puupiha Cemetery, built actually in sand dunes by a local beach, has suffered some rearrangement as you can imagine.  The actual name is Man Fook Tong Chinese Cemetery.

Birthing in the ocean

Down by the waterfront we saw the Hauola Stone.  It’s in the water and looks like a chair (using your imagination), but the ancient Hawaiians attributed healing powers to this stone, so royal women, back in the 14th and 15th centuries, gave birth there.  I wonder, did they time the births to low tide?  See if you can pick out the Hauola Stone.  It’s there – center back.

Also of interest, to me anyway, was the Lahaina Jodo Mission – a Buddhist mission that has the largest bronze Buddha outside of Japan.  Installed in 1968, it celebrated the centennial of Japanese immigration to Hawaii.

The most amazing site and sight is the Banyan Tree – the largest in Hawaii, planted in 1873.  I did not know this, but Banyan trees send out branches that then root and become ancillary trunks.  Here’s some interesting information from the internet.

This Banyan Tree was first planted in April, 1873, and marked the 50th Anniversary of Christian missionary work in Lahaina. The tree was imported from India was only 8 feet tall. It now stands over 60 feet high, has 12 major trunks in addition to a huge core. It stretches over a 200-foot area and shades 2/3 of an acre.


All one tree with 12 major trunks! You should hear the hundreds of myna birds that gather in that tree at dusk.  It’s musical, not annoying.

Mixed Plate Lunch

We ate lunch at the Aloha Mixed Plate on Front Street, right on the beach.  The Mixed Plate tradition began with immigrants working on the sugar plantations.  A Filipino would bring something for lunch, a Chinese something else, and so on.  The workers started sharing and the mixed plate became a tradition.  I got the mixed plate with the kalua pig, lomilomi salmon, and poi.  If someone can tell me why poi is tasty, I’m willing to listen.  Because it’s pretty horrible.  It’s made by mashing the taro root and is a staple of the Polynesian diet.  I suppose one can cultivate a taste for it.

Mixed plate lunches have evolved to always include two scoops of rice, macaroni salad blessedly made without vinegary stuff, and the entrée you choose – pork, teriyaki chicken, etc.

It was delicious, especially since we could eat almost on the beach.

The Pool and dinner

Our leisurely first day actually turned out to be pretty crowded and tiring.  There was the time change to deal with of course.  So we came back and went in the swimming pool which was about the same temperature as the air.  We sat in lounge chairs at ocean’s edge and relaxed.  You get lulled by the ocean and the balmy air and don’t much feel like moving.  But dinner beckoned and I am determined that we will enjoy some mild night life, even if it does occur at 6 PM.  So we took ourselves down to Mala, which is Lahaina’s new hot spot, and had a couple of mai tais and a salad.  I was determined to have a drink with an umbrella.

Someone came through selling leis, Mark bought me one, and our condo was fragrant for days.  Well, the condo, then the car, then our place in Hana.  Have lei, will travel.

Dinner eaten, we went to sleep about 8.

Sleep at 8?

Yes, that’s right.  I had a small battle with myself but I lost and went to bed.  I did have to put earplugs in to shut out the ocean.  I always have that trouble – I like the sound of the waves, but then I want to flip the off switch, but there isn’t one.  So I use earplugs.

There was an additional sound – frogs from the pond.  They go all night in big strings of croaky noises, and each night we looked forward to getting back and hearing the frogs.  We saw one on the lawn, too.  Bigger than ours at home.  Since we moved into out house with the pond on the golf course, frogs seem to have taken on importance in our lives.

Coming up…the Road to Hana

Day Three in Florida: I See a Soccer Game!


2010
07.10


Day three, Thursday, the real tournament play began.  After arriving Monday, registration on Tuesday, Soccer Fest on Wednesday, competition began.  Again, I opted out – of the morning game.  I just couldn’t be in the lobby at 6:30!  So Sophie, Joe, Dax and I slept in and then went to Joe’s favorite place.  Only fair, since we went to Target – Sophie’s favorite place – yesterday.

Yep, it is IHOP!  We had a good breakfast, did the 30-minute drive to the Polo Grounds, and the almost an hour trek to the field after parking, walking to the shuttle, waiting for the shuttle, riding the shuttle, and walking to the field.  Phew.

The parents were huddled under umbrellas.

The kids, with Matt and Tabitha as coaches, were ready to go.

I was taking pictures, but due to the heat and humidity, I took them all from my chair.  The lazy way.  Jennifer said to me, “Mom, I’m glad you’re taking pictures of the team.”  Well, actually, I was taking pictures of Sarah!  Oops.

Sarah’s the one with the flying pony tail.  She played well, but the team lost.  They had already lost that morning, but they lost by less the second game.  Most of the teams have been playing together a long time, but our girls have only been together a few months.  Plus, the heat and humidity were new.  We’ll none of us ever complain about Bakersfield heat again.

Sarah had to use her inhaler once, and one girl got heat exhaustion, but they gave it their all.  Really.

As soon as the game was done, we all headed for the beach.  I was way too exhausted and realized I wouldn’t be going to anymore games.  Just cannot deal with the weather physically.  At least I made it to one.

We went to Ocean Reef Beach.  I’d already been there the day before, but today I found out where it got its name.

The girls and Matt headed out right away – that 82 degree water is pretty darn easy compared to our cold Pacific.  As they got farther out, swimming for a while where they couldn’t touch, they found they were standing on a reef or sandbar.

One of the dads is a diver and he had his mask with him.  They all took turns putting it on and looking under the water where they saw a plethora of beautiful fish.  For the kids it was exciting; for Matt, it was heaven.  What a serendipitous discovery.

The ocean also gave me the gorgeous colors of the day before, though not as pronounced.  Remember these pictures, however, to contrast with what I’ll show you tomorrow.

I took a walk with my shadow, not being interested in seeing fish.  I actually have a fish phobia and I only like to look at them behind glass, and sometimes not even then.  I liked my shadow, though, and I’m going to keep it around.  Long and lean.

I was done in and left before the others.  Again, can only take so much heat.  But as I drove away, I was rewarded with birds.

Back at the hotel, out of the very small, barely equipped kitchens, the moms and some dads produced a fantastic dinner.  I don’t know how they did it!  But all the parents and kids are wonderful, helpful, positive, and just easy to be around.

Ready to face Day Four – and for the first game, the kids had a bye – big relief and sleeping in.  I am such a fan of sleeping in.


End of day three.

Day two in Florida, and I’m already mixed up…


2010
07.09


Only day two, and already the beaches are running together.  It’s just a giant coastline of one beautiful beach after another.  This was the day after soccer registration – Soccer Fest.  Brothers and sisters could play (along with, at least in Dax’s case, a cousin), and all the tournament players played.  Teams were mixed up so kids played with others from all over the country.  It was an all-day affair and again,  I opted out, as did Sophie, but she wanted to sleep and have alone time so I set out alone to explore.

I went to see what I could see.  And I know I went to Ocean Reef Beach this morning, so maybe I didn’t yesterday.  Aargh – which is which?  I know this is Ocean Reef, though.  I’m already mixed up which day is which.  Maybe the sun is addling my brains more than they usually are.

Anyway, obviously I’m happy.

Clouds again as there are every day.  (This morning when I got up, I thought, what’s wrong? What was wrong was the sky was all blue with no clouds.  But we got some later.)

This beach was covered with shells.

And rocks.

And tide pools.

And protected sea turtle nests.

Funny, isn’t it?  Yesterday I saw greyhounds racing so us humans (I always think of how the Ferengis pronounce HU – mons when I write that word)  can bet on them, and today I see great effort to protect the nests of sea turtles.  There are hundreds of eggs in a nest.  Something is strange here. Do the greyhounds not count because we can breed them? Control them?

It was of course very hot and humid.  Luckily, the hotels on the beach had placed umbrellas and lounge chairs so I could rest.

Ok, they didn’t put them out for me, but no one stopped me from sitting on one.  I tried to look like a hotel guest.  This is the best I could do for a self-portrait of the lounge chair, umbrella, and me.  Or my foot.

This is such a cool picture.  It makes me really wish my Blackberry had more megapixels.  Two just isn’t that many.  I might be able to get a clear 4×6 with two – maybe.  If I was completely still when I snapped.

The clouds!  The water! It just transfixes me.  And the different ways of seeing things.

I thought of these sand/rock formations as a mountain range leading to a vast sea.  The sea is vast, it’s true, but these were quite small.  Just seeing them differently.

Moving on, I more or less drove up the coast with nothing in mind.  When I saw this sign, I zoomed in.

John McArthur State Beach.  Now I was cracking up for sure.  As I checked my pockets to get out of the car – I fill them with my lipstick (because my lips get so dry), small camera, cell phone, car keys, money -  I couldn’t find my lipstick.  Darn. Maybe I lost it at the other beach.  I went into the nature center and bought a chapstick.  I went to the vending machine for water, had to return to the shop for change, put my hand in my pocket and came up with my lipstick. Arrgh.

I walked over Lake Worth Lagoon on a wonderful walkway, albeit a hot one, to get to the beach on the Atlantic.  If the wind hadn’t been blowing some, it would have been impossible.  And on the way back, the wind wasn’t blowing, so I returned to the car in somewhat of a hot and bothered mood.  I did want to take a picture of this with my cell phone, however.  Hand in pocket, I found no cell phone.  I figured it must be in the car, but just in case I stopped by the store again to see if I had left it on the counter.  No, I did not, but it was in the car.  Soooo cracking up.

I determined to find the Loggerhead Marine Rescue Center in Juno.  I went back and forth and back and forth until I was unhappy and hungry but finally figured out the way in.  It’s a turtle rescue center.  This turtle had his back right flipper bitten off by a shark, so he was being rehabbed until his nutritional status was strong and he could again go to sea.

Have you ever asked someone a question, and at a certain point in the answer you want to say, “Ok, that’s enough. Don’t tell me any more.” But you can’t of course because it would be rude, especially when it’s a volunteer you’re talking to, and especially when it’s a senior citizen volunteer who is just being helpful, but gives way more detail than you want.  Yes, that was my mood.

I’d been texting Sophie trying to get her to do something with me, but she informed me she doesn’t really like looking at animals, so the zoo was out as was the lion safari.  Thinking hard, I knew what Sophie would want to do, so I texted that I needed to eat lunch.  Would she like to go to Target with me and eat in the food court?  You have to understand that Sophie loves Target.  Some day she’ll realize what a selfless and remarkable grandmother I am, that I wanted to eat a hot dog in the Target food court.

Actually, it was a pretty cool Target.  On a second story so you took an escalator up and down, plus there was one to convey the carts down too.  She took photos to send to her friend Lizzie back home, who is also a Target aficionado I guess. This Target was enormous and uncrowded.  A year old, it is always uncrowded.  In fact, nothing around here is crowded, including the roads.

So that was the day.  When we returned and the others got back from Soccer Fest, which they enjoyed despite the grueling weather, I looked out of my room window and saw Sophie and Dax in the pool.

I looked out a short while later and saw this sunset.

It was just beautiful.  And none of the kids in the pool looked up once.

If you want to see more pictures of sunsets or waves or the ocean, check out the nature gallery here.


Gwen Bell’s Best of ’09: A Business I Found that I Love? Mmmm – Cruise Ships?


2009
12.22

Business?  That I love?  If you’re talking retail, maybe.  And then it should come with the name Costco, Trader Joe’s, Zappos, Target, Amazon, or Shutterfly. Other than that, “business” and “me” don’t belong in the same sentence.  Or paragraph.  Or essay.  But let me just stretch this a little bit to talk about something I never in a zillion years expected to enjoy – a cruise.  Cruise ships may be many things to many folks, but they are mos’ def businesses.  And a discovery to me.

Gotta have some background here.

1.  I believe in trying as much as possible, embracing life and what it offers, and giving almost anything a chance.

2.  My husband never, ever, wanted to go on a cruise.  Period.

3.  We had a great trip to China which involved three days on a boat on the Yangtze River, which we both loved.  It was a small boat.

4. A worldwide recession exists.

5. Alaska Air kept sending dirt-cheap offers for Carnival Cruises.

6.  I wanted to surprise my husband with an anniversary trip but money was short.

7.  I took a chance and booked a cruise to the Mexican Riviera.

I’m a great planner and researcher of vacations we take, but this time I just went for the best offer, a seven-night Mexican Riviera cruise on the Carnival Splendor.  I added three shore excursions, hoping I chose what my husband would like.  After 41 years of marriage, I hope I have a little insight there!

What we don’t do: We don’t stay up late, we don’t enjoy casinos, we aren’t night-life people, we aren’t big socializers, we aren’t big drinkers.  Not saying we’re opposed to those things, but when you’re in your 60s, some activities just aren’t as easy!   Cruise ships are HUGE on night life, drinking, casinos, and FUN FUN  FUN.  There are SO many opportunities to separate you from your money on a cruise ship.  Not complaining, it’s a business.  A big one.

What we like: Outdoor stuff, nature, culture, hot tubs, relaxing, water, quiet.

First big surprise: A cruise ship that holds 4,500 people is remarkably uncrowded.  We were amazed.  Everything is so well organized that even embarking and debarking go smoothly.  Very few lines at all.  Except for the Mongolian Hotpot line.

Second big surprise:  Every single employee is so friendly that it’s impossible to be annoyed by anything, even the jangling decor and reverberating music on the Lido deck.

Third big surprise: I’m a photographer.  I document.  In excess.  I was so surprised that every single photo of my husband from this cruise shows a much more relaxed man than I’ve seen in a long time.  And my husband could never be called tense in the first place!  He must have been having fun.

If we could like a cruise, anyone can.  I’d just go with one caveat:  go to relax.  Don’t go to soak up local culture, to tour – just go to relax.  Here’s some relaxing:

It’s a huge ship  – but we never felt crowded.

Our room is important to us – we DO spent time in there.  This was so spacious and comfortable.  If that curtain were open you would see…

the ocean.  It’s important to me to be able to see the outside.  I sat on that balcony every night before bed and other times too.

We spent plenty of time in hot tubs.  This one had a great view of the ocean and we saw dolphins. The other spas were on decks in the open.

This was a fabulous deck.

Then there were the shore excursions.  Many people don’t take them; they go ashore and shop, or they aren’t even awake since many seem to stay up in the casinos and seeing the shows.  Maybe that’s why we didn’t find it crowded.  But what a waste of fresh air and ocean expanses!

Catamaran trip around Los Arcos, the tip of the Baja Peninsula at Cabo San Lucas.

Gorgeous pool overlooking the ocean at Mona Lisa Restaurant in Cabo, where our excursion stopped briefly.

Mark and I ocean kayaking in Mazatlan.

Beautiful color as we return to the ship in Mazatlan.

Hiking on Deer Island, Mazatlan.  Can you spot the iguana?

Giving a 3 1/2 month old lion cub a bottle as we return to the ship at Cabo.  Yes, I paid to do this and I’d pay even double the $20!  Or triple!  The money is for environmental habitats for wildlife in Mexico City.

Finishing a visit to Cacti Mundo in Cabo.  Fantastic cactus garden.

Walking on beautiful private beaches in Puerto Vallarta.

Seeing frigate birds (not that I have anything against pelicans and sea gulls).

A beautiful sunset off Puerto Vallarta where the cloud bank and the hills looked like a mouth gobbling up the sun.

More ship fun.  Me sitting on the Serenity Deck (no children allowed).

Waterslide fun.

Finally, frou-frou drinks whenever you want them (and want to pay for them).  But you know what’s especially fun about this?  You can take your drinks wherever you want all over the ship – clubs, restaurants, wherever.  The whole thing is your playground.

So my “business find” of the year is the huge cruise ship industry.  We’ll probably do it again!