Another lazy morning on the lanai with coffee and the laptop. I blogged and watched the clouds and rain that only the Hilo side of the island can provide. I liked it. The air was clean, it was peaceful, quiet, and very relaxing.
In terms of sight seeing, it was going to be a relatively chill day compared to others. The plan was to checkout and move my base of operation back to Kona for a night. My planning was screwed up though due to my inability to do simple things like math and basic calendar fundamentals, but I made it work.
My AirBnB hosts had finally reappeared again – a cute young couple who gave a new definition to New Age. Just before I checked out, I met them in the kitchen where I went to wash my coffee cup. I walked into what I felt like was an alien autopsy. On the kitchen counter laid, split in half, was an odd looking thing. It was big – about a foot and a half in length and close to a foot in width – and whereas you’d split an avocado down it’s axis and proceed to gut it, this thing looked just like it. Except was no avocado. The outside skin looked an unappetizing yellow and black while the inside was filled with not alien intestines but it looked close. The crazy couple seemed so happy with their find because the literally found it on the side of road and the husband was desiccating it, er digging fruit out of. He explained that this was a jackfruit and they were so incredibly lucky to find it. Here, have a piece, their is a gum based on its flavor.
I took a piece of slimly alien guts from him, smelled it, and which point my brain said Um no. But I did anyway to appear hospitable. Three hours later I still couldn’t get the taste out of my mouth.
From there, I went south of Hilo to the Mauna Loa macadamia nut factory. Sometimes those Yelp reviews can be taken for serious. It wasn’t that much to write about.
Back to Hilo for lunch and then once again, my dear friends, back to Saddle Road – the highway that splits the island and the two mountains Mauna Kea and Mauna Loa. According to the history in my travel book, this was a place ancient Hawaiians did not like coming to because they thought the goddesses of both mountains were constantly at war with each other. Yet this road was pretty familiar to me as I had driven up and back a few times already. But his time I wasn’t going to Mauna Kea.
Instead of making the right to go up to Mauna Kea, I turned left to visit Pu’u Huluhulu – a hill that had survived an early 70’s volcanic flow and how was a good hike and an example of an old growth forest.
From there, I made my way back towards Kona.
According to the book their was a Cloud Forest to visit and I was totally down for that. Cloud Forest? It sounded like it was a total Star Wars thing. But I made my there and learned it was a private property thing and I needed an appointment. Uh no thanks.
From there i went to the beach and the wading pools. I stood in the ocean because I couldn’t do this trip and no go in the Pacific ocean.
After that, I checked into my hotel, had dinner, and watched the sun set.