Cori and I had a pretty relaxing day. We drove to Hapuna beach which is slightly more tourist oriented than the beach we went to the day before. The road was mostly flat, surrounded by black and rusty lava rock scattered like piles of construction gravel. In one particular section, wild goats wander along the rock. Nearly as soon as Cori mentioned it, we saw a black, horned goat. White coral speckled the dark rock, spelling out names and hearts in memorial or professing love. It was a bit eery to think of all the deaths that might have occurred along the road, though it became so prevalent I began to wonder if that was just the way a lot of people decided to honor their dead regardless of whether they perished in that particular spot. So far it appears this is the predominant “graffiti” on the island.
We found a shady spot at Hapuna under a thorny tree and watched the small crowd of tourists under umbrellas ahead of us while we let the sunscreen soak in. The sand was extremely fine and hot; it felt perfectly soft once we were in the water which was so blue and clear I could see the bottom for as far as I went out.
Afterwards, we headed north to Hawi and met Cori’s cousin, Laura. We followed her down the longest driveway imaginable through stands of Ironwood trees coated in lime (to keep the coqui frog population down) and tall broad grasses to her home situated far above the water with a amazing view of the cliffs and on a clear day, Maui. In the evening, we had fish tacos, guacamole, wine and beer with her family as they caught up.
Neither Cori or myself slept very well last night either. The mosquitoes were far too relentless. So this morning we have eased ourselves into the day. I enjoyed spending some quality time with Laura’s old tabby cat, Tiger, and watching the sheep butting heads just past the porch and all the birds at Laura’s birdfeeder outside the kitchen window. She happened to have a bird book so I’ve been able to identify all the birds I’ve seen so far, mostly notably myna birds, java sparrows, gray francolins, saffron finches, cardinals and a lot of spotted and zebra doves. I’ve been a bit mesmerized (so much so that the images added are not my own for once) by all the different types since I got here. They are so vocal that they have easily become, for me, the voice of the entire island.