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Ten Days in the State of Aloha!

Day 1

At the airport in Kaua’i, we are welcomed by a pretty local girl who lays leis around our necks. I am surprised, but soon after that I find out Bebeloi ordered them in advance to surprise me, as I was disappointed the last time when we were here, because I had expected things to be the way I had seen in movies and they were not. It’s sunny, and I get to be friends with the typical warmth on the island pretty soon. The wind is blowing the way I like it, and it smells of… vacation.

Day 2

I wake up in king size comfort and say hello to the ocean that’s tapping at my window. Outstanding! Ocean view breakfast and a breeze that exceeds all my expectations.

Day 3

I don’t know what’s with this island, but there is something, a certain “Je ne sais quoi” that makes the word “beautiful” instantly lose its meaning. After we take our share of astonishing Hawaiian views, we hide in a Coffee Bean shop where we spoil ourselves with ice blended moccas.

Day 4

Sometime around noon, when the sun was strong, melting down my thoughts, we stop at Hilo Hattie to buy flip-flops. The air inside the store is nice and cool and it distracts my attention from the immensity of clothing display, vividly colored and appearing as a veritable Hawaiian flea market. An Asian woman, very friendly in voice and attitude, drapes shell necklaces around our necks, slyly trying to loosen our wallets. But, what to buy?! I quickly scan the whole store, even from the entrance and, “oh my!”, some rubber clogs my grand-grandpa would recognize as something to wear while plowing the fields. And nothing else! The Asian woman is decided not to let us leave without purchasing something so she leads us to a water filled bowl where there are few shells helplessly nestled. She is talking a lot but we don’t really hear too much. She hands me a sort of instrument meant to help me fish out a shell and then she rambles about a ritual in which I am to knock the edge of the bowl three times while uttering “Aloha!” before “diving” for my oyster. I am there ready to plunge in when she interrupts me and begins to manhandle the “situation” by telling me what shell I should pick. According to her advice, it must be the ugliest, hairiest, and most chipped one, as this will be the one to contain the most lustrous pearl. She’s the expert so, I obey. I pick the ugliest, most dented shell and: Surprise! She was right. The crustacean contains not one but two pearls. Pink and iridescent. I want to take my capture and leave thinking that 7 dollars was not that bad for two pearls, even if they were culture ones, but the Asian lady has already decided: “No! Let’s have them mounted.” By the time I want to open my mouth to express my disagreement to the mounting process, she has already drilled holes right in the middle of my beautiful pearls. “But I don’t want them mounted anywhere, I like them the way they are”. “I don’t wear yellow gold or pink pearls, I just want to have them naturally the way they are, if you don’t mind”. The nice lady gives me a long look and her face is transforming into something less pleasant, giving me chills like in a vampire movie. Her friendly, welcoming voice turns into a thunder and she booms: “7 dollars”!

Bebeloi says he’s taking care of everything and I head outside the store where it is nice and muggy.

Day 5

I have just started to relax, to no longer care about how my hair looks, or whether my pants match my slippers, or to frenetically drive all around to see everything. So now we sleep in late, we stop wherever we feel like, we do a lot of sightseeing without taking thousands of pictures, because we finally understand that the camera will never catch the wind, the smell, or that feeling of “wow, it’s too good to be true!”. Laziness and relaxation. Even the roosters wake up and crow at 11 in the morning as veritable Kaua’i roosters they are.

Sushi in Hanalei later.
5 days left…

Day 6

Today we planned to return to Wailua waterfalls where we left tons of admiring words on our last visit. I also hope to see that cutie dressed in tanned muscles who last time decapitated a coconut for me as quick as you say: “Mahalo!”
Then, back to the beach, maybe we can put on some color and not go back home looking pasty and white, as if we lived in California.

Day 7

Early in the morning we start driving to the Waymea Canyon. We leave early as we want to get there sooner rather than later and it’s about 3 hours of driving to the northwest of the island. Once we get there, we take the tour of all the lookouts, we take pictures and movies of the beautiful, so overwhelming scenery, we raise our arms in a gesture of embracing the wind and the grandiose nature displayed in front of our eyes, and eventually go back to the car full of all sorts of sensations and emotions, vibrating under the influence of the intimidating experience. Next to our car – Romanians! A lot of them! 2 or 3 families. Exuberant, happy and noisy, full of joy and that special feeling given by a vacation in a place far away from home. A lady comes out of the car and makes a loud announcement in Romanian, of how she possesses pate sandwiches. Shocked that no one from her group clamors over them, she repeats herself more loudly so that everyone in the parking lot can hear her, Romanian speaker or not. The pate issue slowly fades out being replaced by a cacophony of slamming doors, yelling children, clicking cameras (huge ones!) and personal little stories shared at maximum volume. With this occasion I learn that a lady named Georgica has a rash so she couldn’t be there enjoying the marvelous moments together with her family. Such a pity! They eventually climb to the viewing area and the noise diminishes as they move further away. I am there left in contemplation, thinking that I would have said “Hello!” to them but they just didn’t leave too much room for that.

Day 8

Luau in Lihue. Quite boring as we had already experienced it. We just hoped it would be different this time but it was not. We enjoyed the Kalua Puaa, though. You take the pig, introduce it in a whole in the ground, and let it roast in lava rocks for few hours. The result is a culinary deliciousness, so we just couldn’t resist.

Day 9

We decided! We won’t go back home! We are woken up to reality by the rain. Not the Hawaiian sort, the one that drizzles a little bit here and there and then lets the sun take over. No! This time it is the serious, authentic, almost londonesque kind. It’s pouring harder and harder, going beyond the sprinkling Hawaiian standards. There goes our beach day. Ok, time to go and eat! A cute booth on a terrace with a panoramic view of the little town of Kapa’a. Of course, right when we comfortably take our seats, the sun comes out, accompanied by a vaporous Hawaiian rainbow!

Day 10

We stop at a fresh fruit stand where the fruit was … amazingly fresh and, as a bonus, locally grown. We buy some pineapple, coconut (crunchy for me, softy-ish for Bebeloi), some apple bananas (with flavor of apple, bananas and something else that we can’t detect). My eyes are caught by some little brown balls, not very appealing at a first glance, but interesting enough to arise my curiosity. The woman selling them invites me to try one. Yummy! We buy two bags and find out their name is Longan or The Dragon’s Eye. Something to remember!

Tonight we take the Red Eye to fly back to California and I already miss Hawaii…

(more pictures in the gallery)


  1. Michael says:

    I miss Hawaii, too!

  2. Frumos! Te invidiez pentru vacanta asta! :)

    1. Bobiţa says:

      Mersi Flavius!

  3. ELF says:

    Sant fericita pentru voi ,ca a-ti revazut inca odata insulele Hawai si a-ti savurat minunatiea peisajelor de acolo, inseamna ca- CINEVA ACOLO SUS TE IUBESTE MULT – asta este un concediu de mare rasfat, dar binemeritat de amandoi.
    Superbe fotografiile , minunata relatarea -tine-o tot asa !

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