Sitting outside on the lanai, Travis and I noticed a little lizard buddy, who was only 3 inches long. He went table climbing and got stuck under some glass, so we lifted it up and he jumped like 4 feet! Then he wiggled his way to the wall. <3
THE ORIGINAL PLAN: Travis had booked an excursion for us today on Maui, one I wasn't terribly keen on doing: repelling down waterfalls. This isn't me being a baby, this is no joke facing my fear about stepping over the edge, fearing certain types of heights, and paying money to do so. I thought I had found my tough pants for shark water, but those were paper compared to the 100 ton armor I needed for this. I agreed to do it back on the mainland with severe reservations. Many times throughout our relationship, his encouragement in something I'm not totally comfortable with has proven to me I actually can do it; I can find strength and conquer. So I thought, or rather, I HOPED this would be another one of those times. This was the best case scenario playing out in my head.
We arrived at the meet up spot about 15 minutes prior to departure. I grabbed all the stuff they asked us to bring and headed towards the white chariot of doom, wanting to run the other way. The tour guide outside then van appeared to be getting ready to take off: closing & locking doors, securing ego's, etc. I waved and said hey, we're here. He looked dumbfounded, while I looked at the other three passengers, my stomach in knots. I said yup, we have reservations for today and my knees starting to waver. He said I don't think so and nervously flipped through his manifest... I looked at Travis with confusion, while internally jumping for joy that our reservation had been cancelled.
DAMMIT! OUR RESERVATION IS FOR TOMORROW! For fucks sake, I can't keep going up and down emotionally like this.
THE NEW PLAN: After I secretly stopped hyperventilating, we had all day to basically do what we would have done Friday.
THE SUGAR MUSEUM: Going to a sugar museum, sugar, sugar, SUUUUUGAR!!!! {stop screaming mad because it's learning, not tasting.} The Alexander & Baldwin Sugar Museum showed the history of the cane crop, who brought it here and why it became a commodity that took over much of the islands. There was a precious volunteer who had you sign in, take your ticket money, explain the exhibit and then go back to knitting. I would have loved to speak with her more...
Towards the end, I wondered to Travis whether we'd get a fresh off the mill sample, just like when you go to bread or tortilla factories. And sure enough, as you exit the gift shop, sweet lady hands you a raw little sampling of their labors.
THE ROAD TO HANA: It's a thing everybody says you have to do. Start in Pa'ia town, drive the road to Hana, which I'm still not sure whether that's a town or simply the road name. Basically, it's a 50 mile stretch of windy, curvy roads, with all kinds of hikes, food stands, and scenery all within reach of easy turnouts.
We found the Rainbow Eucalyptus forest.
We started a hike called Waikamoi Nature Trail, but all I kept thinking was Wak-a-mole. It had two ways to go: upper and lower... As we started the upper portion, two German tourist hikers came from the lower section. I asked them how that path was, thinking it was two different hikes. He said it loops around but to be careful, it's slippy. It should have been named the super, extra muddy buddy hike.
THE ROAD TO EVENING: We crashed two luau's tonight, umm, because they are right on the beach and you can see everything by standing on the sidewalk. The food is buffet style and you're packed in like tropical sardines, while terrible children run around into places they shouldn't be roaming. Why would I pay a lot of money for this?
But before that, this.
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