The end of the “road to hana”. etc.
You might be wondering why I left the last post so… awkwardly. Or you know, if we’ve met before, you probably didn’t even notice that I was being more awkward than usual. First, read this sign, which was at the beginning of the trail to red beach.
In addition to being fairly awkward, I’m also not very sure-footed. Remember the mountain goats of months past? I’m pretty much not that. Anyways, I was certain that I was going to die on the way to the red beach. Jon was all spry and gung-ho, my mom chickened out and went back to the car, and I just got frustrated at my lack of dexterity and trudged on.
Doesn’t it look like you might die on this?
Totally worth it.
I’m a super big fan of ice cream, so on the way home we stopped at this little roadside coconut ice-cream shop
If Molly Moon moved to Hawaii and fell in love with a coconut, they’d make little baby mollies in these flavors:
The ice cream being delicious was not the point of this particular story. I had forgotten to tell you the point of this story. Earlier in the day, jon found some coconuts. But dude, coconuts are hard as fuck to open. And this tough coconut chick and her machete helped us!
… worth it.
This sunset didn’t happen on the road to hana, but it’s pretty so I wanted to show you. And it matches my coconuts. Heh.
Aloha!