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Kaua'i....
Nov. 1st, 2011 12:23 amThe four of us arrived mid-day on Friday. We had stayed at the no-tell motel, near Oakland Internat'l Thursday night, thinking we'd get a decent night's sleep, as well getting a free parking space for the duration of our trip, all for the price of the room. Sadly, none of us slept well that night. The combo of the strange bed in a strange room, and the local noice made sleep elusive at best.
We were at the terminal at 6:45am and the flight departed more or less on time. After a non-stop flight direct to Lihue we rented vehicles, hit the market for some grub, made our way to the rental house near Waimea and collapsed. The 4 of us slept the sleep of the dead, I think. It did help us get somewhat acclimated to the local time. Other than a fast hike on the beach I really remember very little of the day, other than my amazement at folks who're actually able to sleep when they fly.
This is the beachfront in front of our rental.
Saturday, we frittered. We hung near the house in the morning and after lunch, hit the hay for a siesta mid-afternoon, something I'm rarely capable of. After tossing and turning for 30 minutes, I headed back to Lihue to find some water sandals. The beaches here tend to be small and rocky. I found a pair at Payless for under $30. When I got back to the house Dan was making dinner. He took some of the poke (Hawai'ian raw marinated ahi) we had gotten for supper the night before and decided to flash cook it, to add to some gorgeously sauteed prawns he'd prepared to toss onto a spinach salad. That with a nice glass of wine made for a flawless meal. Then it was off to bed, for a good night's sleep..... or so I thought. Unfortunately, it was interrupted by the nearly incessant nocturnal cries of the bird of paradise.
Who knew that the bird of paradise is a chicken?
I had not expected to find feral chickens are bloody everywhere, here on Kaua'i.
Literally.
EVERYWHERE.
In town. In the countryside, In the mountains. In the canyons. Today, I saw them on the beach in Poipu, walking around the people enjoying the surf. Hens nest almost anywhere they choose and broods of chicks following their mothers are easy to find. The cocks crow at any hour. At night they argue with one another. I found myself dreaming about smothered chicken last night, smothering that involved a pillow and not gravy.
Yesterday, we drove up into Waimea Canyon. There's an 18 mile road that winds it's way into the mountains that ring the canyon. The views are breathtaking. The road ends in a look out vista above the Na Pali coast. I don't have enough superlatives, so I'll let the photos speak for themselves.
This is the first major vista point of Waimea Canyon. There is a reason they refer to it as the Grand Canyom of the Pacific.
The Na Pali coast from above.
Time for bed; in the morning we're off to an all day trip to snorkel of off Ni'ihau, Lehua and the Na Pali coast.
We were at the terminal at 6:45am and the flight departed more or less on time. After a non-stop flight direct to Lihue we rented vehicles, hit the market for some grub, made our way to the rental house near Waimea and collapsed. The 4 of us slept the sleep of the dead, I think. It did help us get somewhat acclimated to the local time. Other than a fast hike on the beach I really remember very little of the day, other than my amazement at folks who're actually able to sleep when they fly.
This is the beachfront in front of our rental.
Saturday, we frittered. We hung near the house in the morning and after lunch, hit the hay for a siesta mid-afternoon, something I'm rarely capable of. After tossing and turning for 30 minutes, I headed back to Lihue to find some water sandals. The beaches here tend to be small and rocky. I found a pair at Payless for under $30. When I got back to the house Dan was making dinner. He took some of the poke (Hawai'ian raw marinated ahi) we had gotten for supper the night before and decided to flash cook it, to add to some gorgeously sauteed prawns he'd prepared to toss onto a spinach salad. That with a nice glass of wine made for a flawless meal. Then it was off to bed, for a good night's sleep..... or so I thought. Unfortunately, it was interrupted by the nearly incessant nocturnal cries of the bird of paradise.
Who knew that the bird of paradise is a chicken?
I had not expected to find feral chickens are bloody everywhere, here on Kaua'i.
Literally.
EVERYWHERE.
In town. In the countryside, In the mountains. In the canyons. Today, I saw them on the beach in Poipu, walking around the people enjoying the surf. Hens nest almost anywhere they choose and broods of chicks following their mothers are easy to find. The cocks crow at any hour. At night they argue with one another. I found myself dreaming about smothered chicken last night, smothering that involved a pillow and not gravy.
Yesterday, we drove up into Waimea Canyon. There's an 18 mile road that winds it's way into the mountains that ring the canyon. The views are breathtaking. The road ends in a look out vista above the Na Pali coast. I don't have enough superlatives, so I'll let the photos speak for themselves.
This is the first major vista point of Waimea Canyon. There is a reason they refer to it as the Grand Canyom of the Pacific.
The Na Pali coast from above.
Time for bed; in the morning we're off to an all day trip to snorkel of off Ni'ihau, Lehua and the Na Pali coast.
