The Road to Hana

We woke up early. We had our leftover honeybuns from Target and drank the last half gallon of orange juice. Sharon dutifully made our sandwiches as the Road to Hana had very limited food selections and all expensive.

As I loaded the car I noticed two people hanging around my rental car. I am usually paranoid about getting robbed or having my car broken into. They just keep talking as I loaded more and more stuff in the car.

Then they seemed to follow me into the hotel. But instead they opened up a walled partition showing the coffee shop next door. They were there to get the shop ready, and couldn’t get in until the person with the key showed.

We actually hit the road at around 6:09AM, much before any of the crowds. We were going down the narrow winding road to Hana. Our guide was Gypsy App Sharon had purchased before our trip. The app has access to our location and tells us when to turn.

Paia was the town we stayed in. And come to find out there isn’t much at all to the town. Just

Haleakala and Western Maui

We awoke somewhat early, but slept in just a little bit longer so that we could enjoy our last day to sleep in. The menu was honey buns and OJ. Previously we had gotten a gallon of OJ at Target. I wasn’t sure if we’d be able to drink it all, but sure enough as a write this, we have half a gallon left for tomorrow’s breakfast.

We headed out to Haleakala, a dormant volcano. Going up the mountain you could really see the change in vegetation as we drove up the switchbacks to the National Park. Cattle roamed free close to the road without a fence.

Kauai to Maui

I woke up early this morning. We had to catch a 9:17AM fight to Maui and we were an hour away from the airport. I was too tired to pack the night before. Our freshly washed clothes lay in the sofa unfolded. I showered and then ate the donut holes and fruit juice I got the evening before.

As I packed my clothes and souvenirs I began to wonder if all of it would fit, but sure enough it did all fit, but I made a mental note: no more souvenirs…or at least no more big souvenirs.

We began our journey at around 6AM. I turned in my key to the resort staff (24 hour front desk). We crossed into the suburbs of Princeville with well manicured grass done by lawn care specialists who couldn’t afford to live there. I stopped to take a photo of the $150 fine to anyone parking on the street. It might have been targeted to those beachgoers who need a place to park,

Lihue to Princeville

After a nice stay at Kauai Palms Hotel it was time for us to check out and travel to the north part of the island to Kauai. We had a nice breakfast of bacon, eggs, and leftover pineapple. We packed up, turned in our key and headed to the Red Hibiscus, souvenir store in Lihue.

While Sharon sat in the parking lot in our rented Jeep, I walked up into town to take photos. The old Lihue movie theater had been turned into a senior living facility, but they had left the neon marque with “Live Aloha” written on it. Posters from movies like “The Terminator,” “Vertigo,” and “Titanic” were prominately displayed in the “Now Showing” section of the theater lineup.

Outside of the movie theatre there was a homeless person temporarily residing nearby. Homeless in Hawaii had become a common theme throughout our stay. Housing seems to have become unaffordable for the po