Saturday, May 7, 2022

NONIE AND BRETT’S BELATED HONEYMOON- Episode 3

PARADISE DOESN’T HAVE ANY BUGS?

We are really enjoying eating out on the lanai.  Very civilized.  We notice that at night, the light on out in the lanai does not seem to attract bugs or moths. We have a screen door, but it must be for show only.  CORRECTION!  Paradise does have bugs. We both received several small bites at one of our stops today. Mosquitos?

 COFFEE GROWS ON TREES 


Photo: Holouloa Kona Coffee Company

Today we go esploring for Kona coffee.  As a coffee hound, I know that it is some of the finest and most expensive coffee to be found in the world.  I have heard that a coffee bean that is first eaten by some mammal then excreted, recovered from the excrement and then turned into coffee is more expensive.  OOOOOH!

We did not get away till after 11:00 AM, (2:00 PM, BC time) today. Damn that lanai. Actually I spent about an hour using the internet to file an accident report to ICBC. Filling it out on a lanai, overlooking the sapphire blue Pacific Ocean kind of softened the whole process.  Nonie spent that time doing yoga on the living room floor.  Hopefully we will not have to deal with the accident till after we get home; another souvenir for us to remember. 

Once you leave the main highway, the big island roads get very narrow and the directional signage become scarce. No problem, it’s a small island; how lost can we get. I have this assumption that if you are a tourist business, you will need huge flashy signs all along the highway announcing that you are only 10 miles, 5 miles, 1 mile, 500 feet and finally “Your Are Here”   How else will us silly tourists ever find their business.  Well apparently, the Hawaiians have not figured that out. Instead they have opted for tasteful, small signs announcing that you have arrived.  Paradise does not allow visual pollution.  Once you get over those missing signs, you slow down, enjoy the scenery and pay closer attention to what is around you.  Not a bad thing to do in paradise.

 

Our first stop was Holualoa and a small coffee company called Holouloa Kona Coffee Company.  They have a small coffee mill and the guide book says that they give tours. We arrive to an empty parking lot. OHOH! We were greeted in the lot by the owner.  She explained that it was a self guided tour.  She walked us over to these large trees and said coffee grows on trees. I said great, point me to the latte trees.  Seriously, coffee grows on trees. 



I am now working out how I could get a tree back to Penticton.  She explained that in the spring the tree produces these small white flowers.  After a few weeks, the flowers fall off and the coffee beans start to form.  The bean or coffee cherry as it is first called starts out green and as they ripen turn a red colour, at which time they are picked. 

Even on the same tree, the beans ripen at different times so you might pick off that tree several times over the season. A picker can collect about 300 pounds of beans a day and is paid about $0.50 a pound. It takes about 18 pounds of beans to make one pound of coffee. The beans are dumped into pulper. 


The pulper removes the red outer layer and the coffee cherry now becomes a bean.  The beans are left in a fermenting tank of water for 24 hours. This is to soften a tough outer skin on the bean so it can be later removed. The beans are then pumped over to a shaker where the excess water is removed.  The beans are then laid out on the floor to be sun dried. Modern manufacturing uses drum type dryers, sort of like a clothes dryer, to speed up the process but the sun is definitely cheaper.  This mill would only use a dryer if the weather got to damp or the humidity was too high. The sun drying process can take up to two weeks depending on the weather.  The beans are constantly raked to turn them over and assure a nice even drying process. Left wet, the beans can form molds.  At this stage the beans are called parchment because of the stiff white parchment like skin that covers the bean. Once dry (10% - 13% moisture content) they are milled to remove the skin cover. 

Photo: Charlotte Claypool McKinnon

The green coffee is then put through a grading machine and separated into sizes. The grades from top to bottom are Extra Fancy, Fancy, Number One, Prime and Peaberry.  As the coffee cherry grows, it actually forms into two beans.  If this does not occur and the cherry forms only into a single bean, it is call peaberry.   Coffee can be stored for up to a year or more, in this state.  We were told that like a fine wine coffee tastes better with age. 

Our tour took us from the orchard to the processing mill. Not a huge mill but my kind of place. Lots of moving things to play with.  One person ran the entire operation.  At this moment he was milling and sorting beans for another coffee plantation.  There are only a few processing mills on the islandl This mill processes beans for over 60 coffee plantations.  Most plantations are quite small, no more that 3 acres in size. 

Photo: Mike Peditto

The fellow running the plant saw us as we arrived and came right over to explain how everything worked.  He even shut all the equipment down so he wouldn’t have to yell over the noise of equipment.  We moved on to the roasting area and sales shop. Most beans are sold green to the bigger roasting companies.  This mill has a mail order coffee business and 75% of their production is roasted in house and mailed out around the world for $30 a pound. They also sell decaffeinated coffee. The green beans are actually sent to a place in Burnaby to be decaffeinated using the Swiss water process then shipped back to the mill for roasting. The plant in Burnaby is the only one of its kind in North America.  


We purchased a number of bags of coffee as gifts to ourselves. I have never spent $50 bucks on coffee before. Now I can understand why a Starbuck’s latte costs $4.00.





 


Our next stop was the tiny little town of Honalo which should not be mistaken for Holualoa which was the last town we were in.  It was an artsy little place with more galleries than gas stations. We enjoyed a quick stroll around.  Nonie popped into the post office and picked up a couple of stamps for those post cards we plan to write to James. 

On to Kealakekua for another coffee mill/museum.  The museum was closed.  We stopped in the town to have a look at a kayaking outfit that I had read about in the Lonely Planet.  They offered kayaking and snorkeling tours out to Kealakekua Bay, which is supposed to be the best snorkeling on the big island.  I just have to convince Nonie that it will be a safe and pleasant journey.  She has never been comfortable in the water and since our little episode with the ocean in Cuba, she is much less comfortable. 


The kayak place was located just across the street from a Buddhist mission.  We wandered across for a quick look.  Shoes off of course.  There was a little statue of Buddha in a small shrine located at the entrance to the mission.  They had him all decked out in an apron and a jaunty chefs hat. Not sure of the religious significance but all he needed was a steak and Buddha was ready to barby.

 


Next stop Kealakekua Bay.  Again, I wanted Nonie to see the bay and what she would be expected to kayak across.  I think she is softening on the idea.  The bay has quite a history.  It was here that Captain Cook was killed by some Hawaiians that he managed to piss off. 

Photo: airbnb


Across the bay from where we are is a monument to him.  The land around the monument has actually been ceded to Great Britain and about once a year, a navy ship from Australia comes by to clean the place up and renew sovereignty.  The ocean in front of the monument is where we will snorkel, so hopefully we can see the monument and stand once again on British soil.

Lunch was served on the beach sitting on old volcanic rocks with Kealakekua Bay in the background.  Chicken sandwiches never tasted so good. The road into the bay was quite steep and windy. Sort of like the road to Apex but with palm trees and no snow.  

Photo: Kona Boys Keaakekua Bay



As we returned to the highway, I spotted a sign for the “Painted Church”.  I had read about it in the guide book so off we went. Good directional signage got us there. Whoops, wrong painted church.  Not the one I had read about in the guide book.  Who would have thought that on an island this small there would be two painted churches?   This picture is of the right 160 year old White Church

Photo: lovebigisland.com

But I am not surprised.  The Hawaiians only discovered Christianity a little over 200 years ago but they have embraced it completely. There are more churches here than I have ever seen any where else and that includes Italy.  Just from the lanai, we can see three steeples.  

On the way back we stop at what we thought was another coffee mill. It was really just a tourist trap. I sampled a few coffees and bought some nice smelling soap called Noni. The Noni is a plant found in the tropics.  It grows these big fruits that are used for all kind of purposes but not for eating because they are too ugly.  We found the real coffee mill located behind the tourist trap.  It was a cooperative plant that served the small coffee growers in the area.  They had their own small store where the price of coffee was much cheaper than the tourist trap. The sales lady was very nice and kept plying us with free samples.  I ended up buying another two bags of coffee and this really funky Hawaiian hat made with Ti leaves. Definitely one for the costume trunk. Nonie wants me to wear it at our Survivor party.  NOTE: Wore it to the Survivor party. It was a hit.

Its Miller time, so we hit the highway for home. Driving back we discovered that the big island has a traffic problem.  Trouble in paradise?  We found traffic heading out of Kailua Kona backed up for a couple of miles. We will definitely avoid this part of town around 4:30 PM (7:30 PM, BC time)

A couple drinks on the lanai and another fabulous sunset.  Off to Bubba Gumps restaurant for our anniversary dinner tonight.  We got dressed up.  Nonie put on the wedding dress from Cuba and I donned my  shirt. We wandered down and found there was a about a 20 minute wait to get in so we headed off down Ali’i Drive to see some sites. Very active down here tonight.



We stepped in to a tour place as they were offering some unbelievable prices for some of the tours we were planning to go on.  I knew there had to be a catch and of course there was. We had to give up only one hour of our life to hear about a chance of lifetime to own our very own piece of paradise. Not going to happen. The sales lady was so shocked that she offered to reduce the Luau price even more. Not going to happen.  We told her we already lived in paradise and we only wanted to visit hers and not own it.  There are no free luaus in Paradise.

Back to Bubba Gumps and another 20 minute wait. Got an “I told you so” from Nonie as she wanted me to leave our name the first time we were there but I wanted to esplore and not have to rush back if we found something interesting.  The twenty minutes went fast as we esplored a small shopping area adjacent to Bubba Gumps.  The food was okay. The shrimp was fresh and the fish was fresh.  $55.00 later, we headed home.  Had my first Mai Tai. It contained a good whack of rum. A lot slushier than a Mojhito and they replaced the mint with a small tropical flower. I would have another one but at $6.00 it will be awhile. Something to be said for the all inclusive experience.

 

EVEN PARADISE HAS TRAFFIC JAMS

I woke up to another beautiful day. About 5:30 AM Kona time.  Oh well. I brewed up my first pot of Kona coffee and was not disappointed.  It is a very smooth coffee with no bitterness.  I think I will be blowing my last American dollars on as much as I can carry home. I don’t think there is a coffee limit crossing the border!

Today we are off to the north of Kailua Kona to South Koala to find Spencer’s Beach.  I picked this beach as it is easy to spell.  Actually, it has a great protected beach with good snorkeling opportunities.  We did not get away till almost noon.  That darn lanai has her hooks into both Nonie and I.  We stopped by Snorkel Bob’s to pick up some snorkel gear.  They are working on the road in front of our condo and had a number of the roads blocked off.  It was quite a challenge to find our way to Bob’s with roads closed or one way going the wrong way. Had to wander through a few parking lots but finally managed to get to Bob’s and rent the necessary gear.

 Photo: Foursquare 

As we got further north, the wind started to pick up. Very gusty!  Every large truck that passed us created a huge vacuum that threatened to suck the Jeep off the road. At one point the plastic side panel on the Jeep was blown open and I had to pull over and re-attach it.  I am now very conversant in attaching little plastic bits to Jeep Wranglers. The wind started to die down as we moved further north.

We arrived at Spencer Park only to find that the park was closed for maintenance. AW CRAP. I had chosen Spencer Park for another reason and thankfully it was still open. 


Pu’ukohola Heiau is located adjacent to the park and is a sacred temple site to the Hawaiians.

 

The temple was built by King Kamehameha in the early 19 century during his war to unite all the Hawaiian Islands.  He was having a few problems with his cousin and a number of other island chiefs who had armies and were not inclined to make Kamehameha their king.  A prophet told him to build a temple to honor the God of War Kuka’ilimoku and he would defeat all his enemies and unite the islands.  


The temple was constructed of water-worn lava rocks. (Round and smooth) They were carried by a human chain for over 20 miles to the temple site.  As the temple was being built, the chiefs put together an invasion.  They were met by Kamehameha who counter attacked and routed the invaders. He later invited his cousin Keoua Kuahu’ula to come to the dedication ceremony for the temple.  Somehow the cousin and his warriors were slain.  Kamehameha went on to conquer all the islands and unite them becoming the revered king of all the islands.  After him, there were Kamehameha’s 2,3,4,5…….., then a queen and finally no more royalty. The last Kamehmeha died in the early 20th Century.

We hiked around the site for an hour or so.  They were a number of ruins beside the temple. The site had been used by Hawaiians for years before as a sacred site.  Some of the older ruins are still visible. There is no written history of what the site was used for before the temple was built.  The site sits on a bay that could be a poster beach for Survivor.  Nonie and I wandered about arguing over the best spot to build our shelter so it would not be flooded or blown away.  We ended up agreeing to disagree.  In my defense, I have years of cubs and scouts and I know what is required for a good camp site. So there.

On a small point over looking the bay we found a small historical marker. It stated that there was an old temple located in the bay. This temple had slowly been taken over by water so was no longer visible.

  The marker went on to say that it was dedicated to the Shark god and that even today, sharks while not liking shallow water still come into the bay and swim around the temple site. It was recommended that you not wade in the bay.  Yeah right, a bunch of hooey for the tourist. Well was I wrong.  We continued up the trail which overlooked the bay.  Gullible Nonie was intently scanning the bay for the sharks.  I had better things to do.  She suddenly yelled out, I think I can see a shark.  I looked and said it is was probably just a sea bird.”   The more we watched the more it became apparent that that black tip cruising around randomly in the bay was in fact the dorsal fin of a black tipped shark. In fact there were at least three of them circling around in the bay. 

I took a lot of terrible pictures, but I think that like all the Ogopogo pictures ever taken, these pictures will not prove that we really did see a shark.  One of the sharks showed up just below us and we were able to see him quite clearly. I say him because sharks are always male or course.

We continued up the trail as it would lead us to Spencer Park.  I thought we could check it out to see if the beach was worth coming back to.   Just as we arrived, we were immediately met by a very serious security lady in a golf cart, who sternly told us that the park was closed and we would have return along the same path.  She stayed parked and watched us very intently to assure that we did indeed go back the way we came. I felt so guilty. The short glimpse we got of the park told us, we definitely need to come back.  We headed back up the trail and made a short stop at the visitor centre where we watched a short three minute video on the history of the site. (See above)  Mostly just enjoyed the AC for a few minutes as it was very hot.

 
Hungry, we headed back towards Kailua Kona and a beach called Anaeho’omalu Bay.  The guide book said that it had a nice beach with all the amenities. (Washrooms)  As we headed back, the wind once again picked up to just below hurricane level.  The park was gorgeous. Sort of becoming ho-hum now.  We loaded all our beach stuff (cooler, chairs, towels, books, sunscreen, snorkel, fins) onto a nice shady spot under a palm tree.  





A small group of people were gathered on the beach a sea turtle cruising around, big, about 36” across the shell.  He did not seem the least concerned by all the attention. WOW, first sharks, now a sea turtle. I did not waste anytime, got into my snorkel gear and headed out.  I was not disappointed, fish were everywhere. The wind had whipped up waves so the water was a bit murky and I was not able to enjoy the vibrant colours.  About two hours later, the wind picked up even more and got little too unbearable and we decided to head home. 

About 7 miles outside of Kailua Kona we hit the traffic jam.  Bumper to bumper for as far as the eye could see. It took us over 15 minutes to travel about 3 miles.  It was bumper to bumper in the out going lane as well.  It seems that most people who work in Kailua Kona cannot afford to live there, but live in the outlying areas.  The cost for a one bedroom condo such as the one we are staying in is about $350,000.  We now know that we should not travel on the highway between the hours of 3:30 and 5:00 PM. 

Dinner in front of the TV tonight as the Amazing Race is on at 7:00.  The hippies came in last, but got a free pass. We are cheering for the hippies.


Thursday, May 5, 2022

NONIE AND BRETT’S BELATED HONEYMOON- Episode 2

OUR FIRST DAY IN PARADISE AND IT HAS HOMELESS PEOPLE

 6:30 AM, BC time. Well rise and shine Brett. Damn, it is only 3:30 AM, Kona time. Should I just get up?  No, stay in bed.

 7:30 AM, BC time, 4:30 AM, Kona time!  My coffee addiction is starting to really rage.  I should be on my second latte by now.  No, stay in bed.

 8:30 AM, BC time, 5:30 AM, Kona time.  A nightmare, I was being chased by a barista from Starbucks who was clutching a Venti screaming ‘Do you want sprinkles on that”. No, stay in bed.

 9:00 AM, BC time, 6:00 AM, Kona time.   Another dream!  This time, I got up, went into the kitchen and brewed a pot of coffee.  No, I wasn’t dreaming I did get up and brew a pot of coffee.  Oh well, I’ll try and get onto to Kona time tomorrow. Hey I think I see some light outside.


Sitting on the lanai at 6:00 AM, I was shocked to see people starting to arrive for the 7:30 mass at the church behind our condo. .  By 6:45 AM the lot was full and they were parking on the grass in front of our condo.  It dawned on me!  This is Easter Sunday.  31 years ago, Nonie and I woke up together on Easter Sunday as newly weds.  I remember one hell of a hangover as well.  No hangovers in Paradise, this Easter Sunday.  



Nothing beats that first cup of coffee, especially if you wake up on a tropical island that took thirty-one years to plan. They say anticipation is half the excitement. The condo is much nicer than the kitchen suite at the Fort Nelson Hotel, where we woke up on Easter Sunday; thirty-one years ago. 

 Nonie is still sleeping like a rock.  I have always envied her ability to sleep anywhere and through anything.  I believe it is because she has shared a bed with me for over 30 years and it can not have been easy. See above for explanation.

A lazy morning with a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast and a bowl of cheerios as an appetizer.  No real plans for the day except to explore the immediate area around the condo and search out additional provisions for our stay.  This will mean a trip to Costco but being Easter Sunday, I am not sure what we will find open.




We are staying in the town of Kailua Kona. Its original name was Kailua but there was already a town called Kailua in Hawaii so the Post Office renamed the town Kailua Kona as it is located on the Kona Coast.  It does not have a downtown but if it did, it would be just a block away from where our condo is located. All the real shopping is located in strip malls along the main island highway. 


The downtown is located on the water and centered on the area around the old pier.  At one time it was a working pier with anything and everything coming to Kailua via boats that docked at the pier. Now, it is just a place for the tourists to hang out and the cruise ships tenders to dock. It also serves as the location for the Ironman Hawaii swim start.   

The majority of the businesses located around the pier have evolved into tourist and cruise ship passenger support businesses.  From dancing hula girl toys, exotic diamonds and just about every style of food that you could want.  Nonie found her restaurant.  It is called Bubba Gump's. You will to have seen the movie Forrest Gump to understand the name of the restaurant.  It serves shrimp of course. It reeks of opportunistic tourism so I have my doubts. 

Within the first block, we discovered a local market.  It was a hybrid market; half the stalls sold tourist crap and the other half sold market goods.  There were locally grown papayas, tomatoes, lettuce, mangoes, etc.  We spent about 2 hours wandering around the area adjacent to our condo.  

Photo:Triphoba

While walking through a small ocean side park we discovered the Kailua Kona version of the James Gang, a nickname we use for the homeless in Penticton. They were sitting around taking pulls on a gallon jug of fine wine. Looks like this is their home!  

 Photo: Hawaii Herald-Tribune


The life of a homeless person in Hawaii would probably seem like paradise to a homeless person in Penticton. All perception I think.  Being homeless in Hawaii or homeless in Penticton would still suck. Time to hit the road to Costco!  

We decided to continue our exploring by car (Jeep) before making our way to Costco.  We started with a drive up Ali’i Drive which could be considered the main street of Kailua Kona. It is about 5 miles long and littered with hotels, condos and little public beaches.  The road peters out into an old gravel road which we learned is called the “Kings Road”.  The road was built for the exclusive use of Hawaiian royalty. (The Big Kahunas)  It was kapu (forbidden) for anyone else to use the road and if caught punishable by death. We decided to risk it anyway. The road was cut through an old lava bed and led to cliffs called End of the World and littered with caves. 



As we were enjoying the view a boat roared up to the cliff and just as it looked like it would crash head long into the walls, it was swallowed up by a cave that we could not see from our vantage point.  The site is sacred to the indigenous Hawaiians but it does not stop the locals from using it for cliff diving. As we were headed back to our car, several young people passed us headed to the cliffs.     We stopped to watch them make a few dives but it was hot, dry and we were thirsty so headed back to our car. 

 



No surprises! We found Costco closed but we did find a Safeway open.  We were told to expect prices high on the big island and were not disappointed. Nonie quickly deduced that it would be cheaper to purchase our produce back at the market so headed home and walked back down to the market.  Some tomatoes, strawberry papayas, sweet onions and a pineapple later, we were back at our condo.  Our first meal in paradise!   KD and hotdogs. Whoohoo.  I think anything tastes good if it is eaten on a lanai in paradise.

BEWARE OF LITTLE OLD HAWAIIAN LADIES IN MINI VANS

7:30 AM, BC time, 4:30 AM, Kona time.  Damn those birds. Coffee??? No, stay in bed.

 9:00 AM BC time, 6:00 AM, Kona time. I am enjoying my first coffee on the lanai.  No Kona coffee yet, but in the next day or so, we will hit the coffee area and score some Kona gold.  Maybe some coffee to. HAHA.

Another lazy start to our day!  I find it very difficult to pull my self away from the lanai in the mornings.  It is a tiny thing, room for two chairs and a round table but it has some attraction over me that I find is hard to resist. Today we are headed north and do some esploring.  Esploring is version of exploring that Nonie and I coined in our mini adventure to Cuba

We have decided that the Hawaiian language has too many vowels.  It makes it very tough to read a map or tell where you are, as all the places look alike, no matter how they spell the name.  Makalawena Beach looks just like Nawaikulua Bay when you are zooming by at 45 miles per hour.  Okay, so this is just an excuse for us to get lost a few times.  As I type this on Word, spell check is having a fit trying to make sense of all these vowels.  I think that the computer has actually run out of red squiggly lines.

Due to the Hawaiian vowel surplus, our first stop was unplanned.  We were headed to a totally different park but fooled by all those vowels, our first stop was Kapalaoa State Park instead of Kamaii State Park.  A rugged little road took us over a barren and lifeless lava field. 

 If this is the shape of some of the park roads, the Jeep is starting to look like a good choice.  The road was made from crushed lava which can be very sharp.  I am thankful that we have a full size spare tire on the back door.  There were a lot of deep ruts but none that the Jeep could not handle.  We arrived at a parking lot but not a parking lot.  The road took a real turn for the worse and no one was brave enough to drive their vehicles beyond this point.  We took a short stroll over a lava field At least a hundred years old, there is no vegetation growing except for a few little tufts of grass that had found a toe hold to lay down some roots.

Back on the main highway we continued north into the South Kohala district.  Heading north into the south!  If we keep going we will eventually get to North Kohala district which is located in the north. If time allows that is where we are headed. Ahh, esploring!

We stopped at a petroglyph field called Puako which is the oldest field in Hawaii and dates back hundreds of years. It is located near one of the fanciest resorts on the big island called the Orchard at Mauna Lani. The President and Big Kahuna at Valley First spent a couple of days here a few weeks before our arrival. We found a public parking lot just on the edge of the resorts golf course and located right on the ocean.  In Hawaii, no one can own the beaches so accommodations for public access must be made by the resorts.

Getting to the petroglyph site involved a kilometer walk on a lightly developed trail. The trail took us through a very old lava field.  Old gnarly trees had taken root in the lava. They looked more dead than alive, very old, but not very big.  The branches wove into themselves forming a thick canopy above our heads.  The leaves were very small and sparse. There was a very strong wind and the branches rattled and knocked against each other making this very spooky noise.  Seemed like the kind of place that a hobbit would get into trouble.

 

The site of the petroglyphs is not very large.  It is about 30 feet wide and 100 feet long but with hundreds of petroglyphs covering the site.  Most of them depict a human form; neither man nor women.  There is no history of why these glyphs were created. The site would have been in the middle of lava field and very difficult for the early Hawaiians to access over the rough lava. It would have taken a great effort to get to the site.  Personally, I think it is just ancient Hawaiian graffiti. 


Visitors  have developed a new form of graffiti littering the highway. Pieces of white coral gathered from beaches are transported to the black lava fields along the highway.  There; the coral is used to spell out names and messages.   It was probably started by Ironman visitors as the highway is the bike route for Ironman Hawaii.  They are similar to the chalk messages left in Penticton which are meant as encouragement for the athletes.  In my opinion it is just visual pollution and should be discouraged.

Photo: Wikipedia

We decided to check out the adjacent Fairmont four star Orchid Resort once we got back to the parking lot.  We could access the resort along a beach trail from the parking lot.  We strolled the grounds acting like we belonged.  The resort has a beautiful beach, protected by a natural lava breakwater and a coral reef. Not sure it is all worth $400 bucks a night but at least the beach was free.

Photo:fairmont.com

Hungry, we decided to move on to a beach park further down the road called Kauna’oa.  It is a public beach but completely inside the grounds of a hotel.  The hotel has allowed ten public parking stalls to access the beach and when they are full, no one else may park on the site. We arrived at the resort and found a sign that said that there was no public parking available. I think they just leave the sign up all the time. We end up driving 1 mile back to another beach called Hapuna.  From there you can access Kauna’oa but Hapuna was a nice beach so we decided to have lunch here. The beach was made of a fine white flour like sand.  It had great breakers but it a little windy.

It was late, so we decide to head east instead of north to the town of Waimea for a quick visit and then circle back around to Kailua Kona.  We arrived in the centre of town and pulled off the main drag to park and get our bearings on the map.  As we were turning left into a small parking lot, out of nowhere a purple minivan tries to pass us on the left hand side and clips the left front corner of the Jeep.  

AH CRAP!!  We pull off to the side while the van turned around and parked beside us. I get out, headed over to the van ready to do battle with the idiot.  As I reach the van out steps a POST CARD.  The crazy driver is a regal old Hawaiian lady wearing a beautiful muumuu and one of those cool island hats with the lei head band. 

Image:Paul Kane


I discover that she is a long time Waimea resident and her husband was on the Waimea police force for 30 years.  He had passed away twenty years before.  How old is she?  I walk over to a nearby store where a nice sales clerk helps me get in touch with the police dispatch.  They promise to dispatch someone, but not sure how long it will be.  After about 45 minutes, the POST CARD wanders over to the mall and borrows a phone book where she gets the number of the local detachment.  She comes back to her van and phones them.  She talks with them for about five minutes.  She informs us, that they are all out on an emergency call and will still be another 20 minutes. Less then ten minutes later, a policeman arrives. Nice fellow. He takes all our documentation and starts filling out the paper work.

He has never met the little old lady, but knows her name.  Seem her husband was a push with the Waimea police force. OHOH.  Can you say cover up!  He gave us back our paper work along with the accident report.  He sends the little old Hawaiian lady on her way. I get the feeling he would like to talk to us after she leaves. He wanders around the Jeep till she drives away.  “We don’t assess blame in these investigations, just report the facts. BUT it certainly looks like she was to blame” he says.  He went on to say that she just lived a few blocks away and was probably in a hurry to get home for her soaps. 

It was now after 4:00, so I decided to head straight back to Kailua Kona and report the accident to the rental company.  The trip back took us through some beautiful grass lands but I was too focused on getting back to report the accident, so did not really enjoy the view. The winds were very gusty. About five minutes into the trip, a gust caught us and it seemed like the hood of the jeep was going to lift off.  I pulled over and inspected the hood latches.  The latch is a little rubber thing that stretches over and locks into a small catch on the hood.  I found the rubber latch had broken and no longer worked.  The latch was located on the opposite side from the accident so I don’t think that it was caused by the accident.  I borrowed the strap off Nonie’s purse and used it to tie down the hood. WONDERFUL.

I was a little stressed about facing the rental company, but they made it very painless. We were in a new jeep and on our way to Costco in less than 15 minutes. A typical Costco so we did not buy much as everything is packaged in large or jumbo economy sizes which were way to large for our two week stay. Once again the check-out ladies were quite impressed with Nonie’s cloth bags. We ended up stopping at Safeway where, yes more expensive, but had stuff packaged in an appropriate size to fit our needs for two weeks. We did buy a pre-cooked chicken at Costco and enjoyed it on our lanai along with a bottle of cheap Californian red.  


  

Tuesday, May 3, 2022

NONIE AND BRETT’S BELATED HONEYMOON

EPISODE 1 



We met on the last day of November 1973 in Fort Nelson BC. 









I asked to her marry me on the May long weekend, 1974 at the Liard River Hot Springs in Northern British Columbia.

She said yes. 



Married on Easter Saturday March 29th, 1975 at the Hillcrest United Church. A honeymoon in Hawaii  was planned for Christmas break. Sadly life transpired to delay it starting with the an airline strike cancelling our flights. A brother-in-law worked for Canadian Air and promised he could pull some strings and get us to Hawaii. Defeated by a soupy fog that settled over YVR  for four days cancelling all flights and any chance we had of catching a flight to anywhere warmer than Vancouver. 




No problem, we can go next year. Not to be as we decided to move south in the summer of 1976 where we bought our first house. 

Remained mortgage poor for the next twenty years. 





A few months later, the first of  our two boys was born in July of 1977 putting any type of honeymoon holiday in limbo.



Honeymoon limbo lasted 30 years. Two weeks on the big island of Hawaii in Kailua Kona. 

So find below my thoughts and happenings of that trip written by a much younger and wordier me. 

This blog has been a way for Nonie and I to capture our adventures in retirement for posterity and before Alzheimer's sets in. But a few adventures started  before our retirement so I intend to capture them in future blogs. 

Note to our great, great grandchildren. Our hopes that life allows you the chance for adventure without war, pandemics and climate catastrophes. 



IT WAS A SLOW START TO THE HONEYMOON.  ABOUT 30 YEARS! 

I struggled to get last minute details done at work.  Procrastination came back to haunt me.  I managed to fit in an hour with Mom.  I told her I would be away for a week knowing that it would be two weeks, hoping that her poor short term memory would make it seem only a week.  The toughest thing I do each day is when I walk out the door, after a visit.  Some days the look on her face makes it almost impossible.  This was one of those days.


We hit the road for Kelowna at about 6:30 PM.  I got a bit crabby trying to dismantle a bike we were bringing down to Lynda.  Nonie, as usual got me back on track by reading the instructions, which I ignored and as Frank Sinatra says, “Did it My Way”.  Anyway, we got the damn bike in the car.  Nonie was in a panic to make it to Lynda’s by 8:00 PM.  Thursday night is Survivor so no amount of procrastination was going to get in the way of that.

 A quick stop at the Safeway in Kelowna for a ready to heat pizza that was not half bad.  We made it with minutes to spare and dammit, the cute blond chick got the boot.  We are now down to just a couple of babes but none as photogenic as the blond.  A couple of glasses of a great red wine from Tin Horn Creek (2001 Merlot) and I slept through most of the academy award winning movie, Capote.

Of course this meant that I was awake at about 4:00 AM which is about 1:00 AM Kona time. You will see where I am going with this later.  We spent a lazy morning at Lynda’s and left on the long ride to the airport about 11:00 AM.  


Photo: GISGeography



Arriving to the airport at 11:05am , I ran into a fellow Valley First employee and her significant other, who were on their way to Vancouver for Canucks game.  They had won the trip in a draw.  Sadly, the night before the Canucks blew their only chance to make the playoffs, so this game did not mean a thing.   It was a consensus that the game would probably be a phone in game by the Canuck players and they would probably be booking tee off times right after the game.

It was just a short one hour flight to Vancouver and no problem with the delivery of our rental car.  I booked the car through the internet. I am just young enough to understand how to do stuff like that, but old enough not to completely trust the process.  So I am always amazed when this internet stuff actually works.

We left the airport and in true Nonie and Brett style, found our hotel. The guy at the check-in was a real priss but the room was great. We then traveled to the bottom of Surrey to spend a few hours with Cheryl and her husband Paul.  Two great muffins and a couple of glasses of Paul’s homemade wine along with a goody bag of hot cross buns later, we headed out to dinner with my Aunt Pat.  Paul’s wine will never be a Tin Horn Creek 2001 Merlot but after the first glass, your taste buds are knocked out and they don’t come into play anymore. 


I will always remember one Easter weekend trip to Surrey. I had my wisdom teeth surgically removed by Nonie's dentist in Surrey.  The pain was brutal and I was unable to eat anything that wasn’t blended or pre-chewed.  Nonie and I were just newly weds and she wasn’t pre-chewing anything for me yet.  We were invited to have Easter dinner at Nonie's sister's. I had had no solid food for at least two days.  I got completely wasted on Paul’s wine and in my drunken state chowed down on the turkey. I paid heavily for it the next day with painful gums and one of my most memorable hangovers. Thus the CUB (Crazy Uncle Brett) legend was born.  A legend that  I have continued to embellish over the years.




Dinner with my aunt was the usual gossip fest about her kids and a lot of people I didn't know.  We met at the Sheraton Hotel in Surrey. The restaurant had a very sad and pretentious menu for such a large hotel. Nonie had to wait a little bit longer for her pasta dish as the waiter dropped it on the way to our table. He delivered our food but didn't mention the dropped dish.  We waited quite a while for Nonie’s food to arrive before we were informed of the problem.  Nonie had ordered a pasta and chicken dish with a fancy title. I had a taste and it was pretty bland.  I think they put all the taste into the title and forgot the seasoning.  Nonie surprised me, when she was honest with the waiter when he came and inquired as to how she enjoyed the meal, most of which was still on her plate.  He immediately reported the problem to the Chef, who immediately bribed Nonie with a fabulous free dessert.  Two and one half hours later we were back at our hotel watching TV. At least Nonie was.  Once again, that evil wine put me to sleep watching CSI. 

 6 HOURS TO PARIDISE AND IT HAS A WALMART

We woke the next day to typical Vancouver weather, wet, not only wet but a very, very, very cold wind.  We left the hotel about 10:00 AM and headed off to MEC, Mountain Equipment Coop.  MEC is a place that can kick start your travel dreams to exotic places. It has all the latest outdoor gear, clothes and stuff that you would need. Nonie had a gift certificate from Christmas that she was dying to use. 

We arrived with no lost time.  Travels in Cuba had given us some awesome directional skills. We learned quickly how to travel around rural Cuba with very poor or nonexistent  signage. This was done intentionally out of concern that the US would invade and they did not want to make it easy for the invading soldiers to get around.  Cubans who own cars and are traveling with empty seats must stop at proscribed locations and take on passengers. We did this several times and it greatly assisted us in finding where we wanted to go and not where we wanted to go. Another blog. 


With directional signage, we could find the North Pole in a snow storm or at least the MEC on East Broadway although with one small detour through VGH.  MEC has clothes that seem to suit Nonie’s fashion sense.  It is one of the few places where she constantly pulls me over to look at some fancy “dry in a second” travel pants, or a shirt that folds up into the size of a crouton.  We found the perfect head lamps along and some replacement tips for our hiking poles. 

With a few more hours to kill before our flight, we headed to “picturesque and quaint” Steveston Village.  I had read about the place in one of those advertising booklets that are disguised as a travel magazines.  It has maps that will always lead you a mall or souvenir shop but never give you enough detail to go anywhere else. We quickly found our way to the Village. I don’t know if I will ever need a map again. What should have been a nice leisurely stroll through the “picturesque and quaint” village of Steveston turned into a power walk, always on the lookout for places to warm up. The wind was gusty, cold and we were already dressed for Hawaii.  

Photo: Tripadvisor


Unaided by maps, we got rid of our rental car and into the airport with three hours to get through security and customs. I have been dying to try these new self check-in kiosks. It was very easy to use and in less than three minutes had boarding passes for Nonie and I.  The tricky part was checking our luggage.  It took visits to three different Air Canada wickets before we found the right spot. We would have definitely dropped us into last place on the Amazing Race.  The Americans have a full time customs set up in the airport allowing you to clear customs in Vancouver. It does mean having to schlep your luggage through customs at this end rather than at the other.  No strip searches today.

The plane left on time.  I am marking that as a memorable moment as our luck lately has not been great with on time departures and arrivals.  A whiney baby had us concerned, but all in all a pretty good flight.  The meal (chicken or chicken) was okay along with the $5.00 bottle of French wine Nonie and I shared. French wine on Air Canada. What’s up with that?  The plane’s environment was very dry which played havoc with Nonie’s sinuses.  She started to develop some respiratory problems earlier in the terminal when we sat by an open door from the smoking area.  We didn’t notice it was open till she started sneezing and coughing. We were glad for the high humidity when we arrive in Kona six hours later.  

It was dark when we arrived, about 11:00 PM BC time and 8:00 PM Kona time.  I had booked a flower lei for Nonie which was to be delivered when we arrived.  They did not show up. I thought it might be a problem due to our late arrival and the fact that they had not confirmed my booking before we left.  

We had to take a short van ride to the rental car place and once again, the internet did not let me down.  The paper work was done in a few minutes and we had rented a Jeep Wrangler.  The jeep seemed like a great idea in Canada, but here ?????.  It is not a comfortable vehicle with zero trunk space.  We may exchange it later in the week for something else.  We will take it on a few excursions and see how we make out.

No difficulty in finding our condominium.  Well, maybe just one small detour, but it was so small, hardly worth mentioning.


The condo was as advertised. It has a great city/ocean view, clean and well maintained.  I had read a number of horror stories when I was researching a place to rent.   Places that did not live up to their advertising.  Dirty with cockroaches, so I was a bit concerned.  



We are on the sixth floor overlooking a beautiful, old Catholic church with the ocean in the background a not a cockroach in sight.  


We quickly dumped our bags as Nonie wanted to make a trip to Wal-Mart.   We had passed it on the way in from the airport so we were sure we could find it again. I didn’t think it would be open, but Nonie was pretty confident that it would be open and of course it was open. Why do I doubt her?   Wal-Marts are the same everywhere. Except for the palm trees, this could have been Peachtree Square in Penticton.  We stocked up on a few items for breakfast the next day.  Two friendly Hawaiian check-out women were quite impressed by Nonie’s cloth grocery bags. We were in bed by 12:00 AM, Kona time, 3:00 AM, BC time.