It’s a rough life. I don’t understand it sometimes, but I am sure appreciating the hell out of it. The rough part isn’t necessarily bad, it’s just that I haven’t had a chance to post anything in the past few days ’cause Mink Hippie abducted me and took me to a remote upcountry villa on Maui. Like I said, it’s a rough life. Anyway, Maui was beautiful. Strange how a bunch of people from California moved to Hawaii and have done one hell of a job turning it into what California used to be. Beautiful, rustic, and cool. Our first day we watched the Paniolos strut their stuff at the Makawao Rodeo. Day two we ascended dormant Haleakala (10,000 feet +)
and watched the sunrise then drove the remote road to Hana where we had lunch in a classic 1940’s resort. I had a kobe hamburger. The most expensive burger I’ve ever bought. On the way there we drove through Hawaii’s only drive through Botanical Garden, The Garden of Eden.
The rest of our time there was blur as we visited Lahaina, went shopping, just blissed out. We are absolutely loving these $19 fares on Go Airlines. Last weekend it was Kauai, this week was Maui, the week before that was Bambi’s wedding in California…and coming soon will be our first trips to Molokai and Lanai. It’s promising to be a great summer for us. Hopefully for you too as we may not be posting as much as when we are tied to our computers.
During our stay at Pension Vaihonu, we took a tour of Huahine Nui and Huahine Iti. It is worthwhile to note that Huahine means variously ‘pregnant woman’ and ‘penis woman’ from the Tahitian words Hua (penis) and (wa)hine (woman). You can see the reason for this in these pictures. First a pregnant woman lying down (head to the left) and then the hua that got her pregnant (head at the top)
On the tour we learned about one of Huahine’s major exports, Vanilla. I had no idea how complex the growing, propagation, and preperation of it was. On the flight back to Hawaii there was an excellent article about it in Hawaiian Airlines in flight magazine Hana Hou.
Also on the tour we visited some still in use ancient fish traps, a stream filled with sacred blue eyed eels that the locals say purify the water so that it is fresh and clean. A local girl and her dogs volunteered to get in the water and played with the eels while we were there.
Huahine in beautiful and not really developed. We were staying close to the village of Fare and used bicycles to get back and forth from there to Chez Vaihonu. In Fare we used the internet one day and noticed that the locals like to hang out on the balconey and watch the peole go by. We joined them. There were several excellent food trucks in Fare and we enjoyed crepes and the favorite local dish Poisson Croux, a delicious marinated fish. One evening we met a couple of local guys and sat with them in the bar where they both broke into tears while telling us about their relative who had joined the US Marines and gone to Iraq.
Strange to see grown men weeping. Mink gave one of them a kleenex and he wasn’t sure what to do with it for a while. The older of the two men lives on an unclaimed sandbar between Huahine Iti and Huahine Nui. They were friendly, if somewhat too exuberant and effusive. After three nights near Fare we woved to Huahine It is for our final night in Huahine at Pension Mauarii .
This was a wonderful little oasis filled with hibiscus flowers, gardens, a great restaurant (complete with huas on the bannister) and kayaks. We kayaked in the beautiful bay, had a delicious meal, and slept in a huge bed under a very nice mosquito net.
more to come…
Saturday before last Mink Hippie and I boarded a Hawaiian Airline flight and flew to Tahiti, the largest island in French Polynesia. Tahiti lies in the South Pacific. Our flight arrived at 11pm and we called and were picked up by the German proprietor of Chez Myrna, Mr. Walter Dammeyer ( B P 790 – 98 713 PapeeteTAHITI Tel. / Fax. 42 64 11 email@example.com Papeete ). Chez Myrna was clean, had nice baguettes and coffee (instant) for breakfast, and served as a perfect launch pad for us to wake up and go to the Sunday farmers market in Papeete, the capital of Tahiti. As we walked through town we saw lots of signs saying ‘silence culte’. We finally figured out that they meant a church was nearby and people should turn their stereos down and not be too loud.
We had an excellent coffee at the airport and met a woman named Dorothy and an apparently unproductive conversation with a Pension we wanted to stay in. Unproductive as the connection was worse than both of our French and the man she said would come get us never did. The woman in the coffee shop said that he was a real ‘flintstone’. We never saw him. Instead we called Pension Vai honu (Tel: 68.87.33 Fax: 68.77.57) and were quickly picked up by a lovely woman named Jocelyn who told us about how when she was a schoolgirl she had been present when the Hawai’ian voyaging canoe Hokulea arrived in the bay at Fare.”]
Papeete is a bit of a ghost town on Sundays and after going to the market and the drugstore (as mentioned in a previous post), we crashed the pool at the Sheraton and had a very enjoyable dinner of pizza and pasta in the restaurant there. The pool was surrounded by topless beauties including our Minkie who was gawked at by a fat man in a black thong. We laughed at him. A real creep. The next morning, Walter took us to the airport and we caught a flight to Huahine. Huahine lies 175 km. (110 miles) northwest of Tahiti in the Leeward Society islands.