I was misinformed...
...or perhaps just wrong. I don't know. I thought that we would be able to spend our first afternoon in Hawaii at the movies, watching Avatar in 3D. When we got to the theatre, we found out that it was in 2D. I would have to go to Honolulu or something, said the man at the ticket booth, to see it in 3D. So we skipped Avatar that day. However, on Friday we changed our minds and went to see it anyway. I'm glad we did. I found it beautiful. When we get back to Canada, we'll go see it in 3D, if it's still playing, but I won't be disappointed if it's gone, because 3D might just be gilding the lily.
Yesterday, we decided to check out the place that one of our tourist maps bills as, basically, the end of the world.
Along the way, we stopped at Borders to replenish my book supply. (I read The Lovely Bones on the journey and Dismantled since we arrived. What ever made me think that two books would suffice for a two-week holiday?) I found an Ann Patchett book – The Magician's Assistant – that looks interesting. If it's anywhere near as wonderful as Bel Canto, I'd better have smelling salts at hand. In a remainder bin, I came across Her Husband: Ted Hughes & Sylvia Plath, which I've begun reading. I find it unsettling. So much violent emotion, even at second hand, feels dangerous. And they've only just met.
Anyway – the holiday. We drove through England again (Have you been there? Do you see the resemblance? This island is amazing, in that you can drive for a couple of hours and seemingly travel from continent to continent) and at the top of the trip we found this stunning place, the viewpoint that overlooks the Waipi'o Valley.
I met a goat there, tethered beside the road, indifferent to all the tourist traffic.
We followed an old road back to the west coast. It was reminiscent of Cornwall, which of course made us think of ice cream (Cornish ice cream is fabulous) so we stopped for an ice cream cone on our way to Hapuna Beach for our afternoon swim. My “cone” was a scoop of caramel-macadamia nut ice cream sandwiched between two oatmeal-raisin cookies.
When we got back to town, Robin dropped me off at the Farmer's Market, where I topped up our papaya and avocado supply and bought a head of Romaine for salads. The market is open Wednesday through Sunday (or is it Thursday through Sunday?) so today I have to go buy enough papayas and tomatoes and avocados for the next several days. Now that I've found a reliable source of papayas, I can reproduce my $10 breakfast (half a papaya, yoghurt, granola) for less than half the restaurant price. My box of Cheerios is languishing on the shelf.
This morning, as every morning, I've tried to photograph the whales that come into the harbour for a visit with the swimmers. (If you ever want to get rid of a whale, call me. I'll point my camera at him, and he will disappear.) Even from my fourth-floor balcony, the morning whale visit is quite an event to see, but I do wish I were a strong enough swimmer to join the group that swims/snorkels across the harbour every morning. When the whales appear, the swimmers stop to watch. It must be wonderful to hover there, trying to get close to the whales but not too close, hearing their breath, perhaps making eye contact.