The following day we take our time to explore the beaches in Poipu, which are many and all lovely. We also find a Noni tree, whose bizarrely smelling fruit is fermented, turned into juice and used as a (expensive) nutritional supplement. It tastes and smells pretty foul, but I take two bites, nevertheless, just for bragging rights.
Camping is only allowed at Blackpot during the weekends, it being such a lovely location and all, so we wake up early on Sunday and pack up our tents. Karla suggests we check out the Hanakapiai Falls, a leisurely 8 mile hike up boulders and through mud, and since Kalalau refused itself to us this time around, we contend with just a day hike.
We return right after sunset, are bled dry by vampiric mosquitoes on the walk from the trailhead to the car, and, exhausted, we cop out and stay at the Coral Reef in Kapaa.
We are starved and our feet feel like bloody stumps, it’s 9 pm on Sunday night and EVERYTHING is closed. The owner of the almost closed Kapaa Cafe takes pity on us and makes us a salad and doesn’t even ask for our firstborn in return. Just cash. Aloha, man.
Camelia, SUPer SUPper
First, a disclaimer: this is was not our first time in Kauai. In fact, in January 2012, when we were here together for the first time, it was sort of a honeymoon. But then we decided that only one won’t do, and followed it with another honeymoon trip to Cabo …
Soon, we will be opening our own gate, and traveling in the opposite direction, East. Having been two who have spent their lives trying to go West, this is uncharted territory. Ironically, we’ll end up at the source of the transport ship trying to touch the painters working on the Golden Gate’s exfoliated paint.
What awaits us? The internet is doing a good job answering this question…in 2-D. Can’t wait to answer it ourselves!
I’m expecting some crowded streets with people weaving in and out on their motorcycles. Verdant countrysides with some areas of crystal clear water, with some near urban centers being less so. Some social people looking to get insights on life, international relations, food, and the finer philosophies in life. We just hope to be able to communicate especially about the finer philosophies. The only place I’ve been where I can’t even recognize characters, I either spoke the commercial language, or was accompanied by a local.
Will we get lost in Angkor Wat? Float down the wrong river? Will we overdose on Pho that we’ll have to be rolled to the nearest hospital? Hopefully the winds of luck will be filling our sails.
Two spots for some Young Pilgrims, left on the train, departing for the East, ALL ABOARD!
(Sorry, no pets allowed!)