Travels

So I thought I had nothing interesting to blog about now that I've retired from the social scene of school. But I just remembered that I went to Big Island with my awesome friend Lora. Here's a little summary of events of that weekend.


Lora had arranged to go horseback riding in the morning so I went exploring in the neighboring town and found myself in a Japanese graveyard. Hawaii being the superstitious place that it is and with all the weird Hawaiian ghosts around, I didn't want to evoke the wrath of Japanese ghosts too. I was by myself...in a graveyard...need I say more?

I drove around a little bit more just to see how long the roads were in this town and drove down to what I thought was an abandoned energy plant and found goats grazing in the parking lot. Security came by and I just told him I was taking pictures of the goats and he waved at me and left me.

A lot of fun things happened. It rained while we did our tour of Akaka Falls and a lot of other places that I'm not remembering without taking pictures.


The first incident of "I can't believe this happened" was when Lora picked me up from the airport and took me back to the hotel. I started unpacking my duffle bag and only pulled out two shirts for our four day excursion. Can I just say that it was a good thing there was a Walmart five minutes away? I swear we ended up going there every day whether it was for snacks or shirts.
I had only been to Big Island (Hawaii) once and was pretty impressed by myself to have found the temple again so easily. This trip also made me aware of the bodacity of my Jamba Juice radar. There's the Kona Temple. The Laie temple on Oahu is being rennovated so this is where everyone has to fly to until next year.

The last full day of our trip was Sunday and we decided to chance the volcano again to see if the weather conditions would be any better. They sure were. We had clear skies all 4,000 feet! There's a lookout to one of the craters that I'm embarrassed I don't know the name of. But the lookout is the Jagger Lookout. And how's me thinking Mick Jagger is the one that funded it. Tch...stupid tourist.
There was a trail of volcanoes that we decided to chance. Because of toxic fume levels, the lower part of the road was closed but let me tell you, I was feeling it. The further down the road we got, the more my chest hurt. This is one of the last pictures I took from the last little lookout spot we stopped. Then I told Lora we had to go because I was having a hard time breathing. And it was getting dark on the top of the mountain and neither of us wanted to be stuck in the dark...Yea for asthma!

We went back home, had a good sleep and had no troubles on our flight back to Oahu...which is a far cry from the hour I sat on the plane as I waited to fly to Big Island.

The end!