Trading Places

Tuesday morning, our last day at the B&B. It seemed like we needed longer than the 12 noon checkout time. Somehow we managed after my last best French Toast EVER breakfast and more coffee than was good for me. Not much writing going on. I’m busy reading and started a new book last night and intend to finish it today.


After breakfast, the boys, this time inspired by the nearby Radio Shack, left us girls to buy some router/switch/firewall… I don’t know. They were gone for all of ten, fifteen minutes tops. We were pretty sure they hadn’t run into another tropical drink challenge.

By the time we and the Upstairs Neighbors had both checked out, we headed up to Ka’anapali to Whaler’s Village. We browsed the stores, checked out Hawaiian shirts at Tommy Bahama’s, shirts at Crazy Shirts, and coffee at Sir Wilfred's. Lunch was at one of my favorites, Hula Grill. After lunch we went our separate ways. They headed south to the condo and we headed north around the top of the island for an adventure.

The hubby and I had tried this last year in our Adventure Jeep. The dark rain clouds and lack of insulation in the vehicle changed our minds about continuing. Now that we’ve made the trip it was a good thing we had turned around. The road gets narrow, bumpy, and iffy. We weren’t sure what we were going to do if faced with oncoming traffic because there was only room for ONE. One car, one motorcycle, one person. It was Maui rural. No cell signal, forget gas stations. Heck, we didn’t see a living thing for miles and miles. You’d think you might see a bird fly by or something. Nope. Nada. No one, nothing.

Then we saw a power pole and thought, “civilization!” No, just a couple of houses and that was it. Then we saw a small herd of goats eating the brush on the side of the road… I think they were the road clean up crew. Then there was a person and a dog. Then back we went to the one lane road. Hubby kept telling me this was dinosaur country. I almost believed him.

We knew we’d gotten back to the land of the living when we saw chickens. Then there were garbage cans. Then a recognizable residential area. The peacock on the hood of a truck? Well, that’s what we saw and I don’t have an explanation. My cell was back to three bars and I have to say that city sprawl never looked so good. We followed the signs to Wailuku, got onto the highway, and headed south toward our condo.

We met up with the Upstairs Neighbors at the registration desk. We picked up our keys and drove to our Hawaiian Home. In went our luggage. We rearranged the lanai furniture and ridded ourselves of the horrid silk plant arrangements. There’s a silk bamboo forest behind the sectional sofa now.

Hubby and I await our guests for this year: his college buddy DirtBoy and Mrs. DirtBoy. They come from Nebraska and had an additional two hour delay in LA. Their arrival time is 11pm, way, way past our bedtime. And poor them, they’ve got to be exhausted after a 16 hour travel day.

We welcome her with a carnation and orchid flower lei and him with a cold can of Maui Brewing Company Bikini Blonde Lager.

P.S. Now that I have a chair and table to type at, I have inserted photos. Make sure to go back to the beginning and checkout the pics.