Getting up at four in the morning in a different time zone is challenging but somehow we managed to get to the airport with our stuffed bags. We were a bit worried about clearing the agricultural inspection with our hand-made leis—made by one of Carol’s friends of fresh flowers. But the inspectors and security guards said ‘no worries’ and checked our bags in and presented us with boarding passes through Houston.
The planes were all packed full and despite the instruction to sit back and relax during the trip—hard to do with your knees on the seat back and your elbows tucked in at all times. A group of Chinese was traveling through to Los Angeles and were so excited, they chattered away during most of the flight and had difficulty understanding their seat assignments. Several of the stewardesses spoke Chinese and sorted things out fairly quickly.
This was the first time I have ever been on a plane in which an announcement was made concerning a medical emergency and were there any doctors on board. There was an OB/GYn and myself who admitted to being physicians. The emergency turned out to be a scalding burn from Starbucks on a frightened Asian descent girl with a baby who was flying home to meet her parents in Loma Linda. I was greatly relieved as this was something that was easy to work with—I had dreaded having to do CPR or something equally drastic. The airplane first aid kit is fairly complete, I was pleasantly surprised. Interestingly the stewardesses asked to see my license—I told her that none of us ever carried our licenses with us. Ground Control reassured her that it was okay for me to proceed. I bandaged her up—not my finest skill—but adequate for the trip.
We arrived in Houston after midnight, picked up my truck and drove home.
It is good to be home although we have stacks of mail and answering machine messages.
More photos including the leis are at:http://sylviaweirphotos.smugmug.com/TripsandEvents/Hawaii/time-to-return-to-Texas/22563029_wvWXjq#!i=1805777823&k=wzxT6Vb
Wednesday was rainy and dreary and we drove around several parks on the southeastern side of the island hoping to find better weather. Alas it was not to be found. We watched the waves crashing into the rocky seashore but even the die-hard surfers were not out. Lunch was at a small beach hut with a nice garden to the side. Outdoor tables are graced with square bottles—some sort of liquor bottle that I quite covet—the bottle, not the liquor—and filled with huge sprays of orchids.
We drove along the coastline and stopped at the Hilo IceCream store—a small store featuring exotic ice creams and sorbets. I had a banana macadamia fudge sundae although the dragonfruit sorbet was also tempting. There is a lovely garden behind the store and we wandered through it as we ate our ice cream. The store also rents out tent space—but I suspect it is only for the truly convicted adventurers as it was cold and rainy and everything was soaked with water. I guess I am too old as I enjoy the creature comforts of hot showers and dry bedding.
Back to the house where I read for awhile, snoozed off and on, while Glen checked his stock doings. Don went out for his afternoon paddling with the businessmen, Tuesdays and Thursdays are for the business women—all done in hopes of capturing new members in the local canoe clubs. I was quite happy to spend my afternoon in the world of make-believe.
We ate at the Café 100 which was the site of the original loco moco. It resembles a Dairy Queen with tables and benches outside. I had a miso ahi with brown rice that was quite tasty. Tomorrow we leave for home.
Travel in Hawaii between the islands for the less adventuresome is always via plane. And so today we left Kauai for the big island of Hawaii to visit Glen’s brother Don and his wife Carol in Hilo. Honolulu’s airport is one of the nicest with friendly security folks who inspected my luggage with great care—and found a box cutter knife I had gone through security in several other airports. Normally this item is in my ditty bag but I had forgotten and put it in my carry-on backpack. The security guard let me dismantle it—removing the blade=–actually Glen did this as my fingers do not work for such fine activities and then we were through security in less than five minutes.
Hilo is on the eastern coast of Hawaii and therefore is subject to a lot of rain. The last time we were here, it rained everyday—creating a rather dreary atmosphere. Today it was sunny and perfect temperature and we were able to drive through various small parks along the coast. Named banyan trees line the drive and are always impressive—much like our live oaks here in Texas, the trunks are enormous.
We joined Carol who is a CPA and on the last hard leg of the income tax season for a meal at Ken’s House of Pancakes. This is a local ‘must do’ and features pancakes and loco mocos—a combination of rice, pork, and fried egg topped with gravy. A bell is rung whenever anyone consumes the gigantic version of this which is a huge platter that my mother might have served an entire meal for all six of her hungry children including five boys. That bell was rung three times while we were there.
I opted for something less ambitious—a Kwiki—pronounced just like it looks but it was a version of an egg McMuffin with the egg scrambled with bits of pork—and then I had upside down pineapple cake with ice cream—and all of us were able to claim the senior citizen discount.
Don had just bought a hybrid car and he and Glen discussed its mechanical aptitudes and advantages as we drove to their house. Their house is situated up the hill at about 2000 feet. Don enjoys working with wood and has spent a lot of time re-doing their house. The guest room is spacious and is a loft with mango wood flooring, a small bathroom with cubbyholes here and there for storage. The door has a triangular top so it would fit under the slope of the roof. The view here is quite spectacular and we were lulled to sleep with the sound of the coquis chirping.
No photo gallery for today but you may wish to look at some of the other Hawaii galleries. Tomorrow is the Keck and Suburu Telescopes.
Arrow back through the other Hawaii galleries if you’ve missed any.
Saturday at Farmers Market
Rain pounded on the roof through most of the night and continued through breakfast. Don was off to work on the mountain and we planned to go to farmers market and then do a bit of shop-hopping in downtown Hilo. We armed ourselves with umbrellas and shopping bags; Carol rolled up her pants legs—I should have too as we ended up wading through a lot of water in the market and crossing the streets.
Farmers Market occupies a goodly portion of a block with an additional crafts/flowers market across the street. Although tarps covered the area and a few shop-owners had hung shower curtains to keep the rain out, there was still a lot of water –and as it was still raining—very noisey.
The fruits and vegetables were neatly displayed with bunches of green beans bundled with rubber bands; long eggplants, breadfruit, bananas, star-fruit, and a large variety of baked goods and prepared foods. Glen wanted an Aloha shirt—which we got at the local Salvation Army store, dried fish—at a kiosk in the mall, and watched two hula dancers who were performing as part of a fund raiser.
Rain continued to pour—and we paddled our way back to the car—and went home to dry our umbrellas, have a lunch of treats from farmer’s market and a cup of tea.
Unfortunately the light was not good so I dont’ have a lot of good photos today–much to my great regret. There are a few though here on smugmug: