Kendra and I arrived in Honolulu airport (Oahu Island) and had some time before our connecting flight to the Island of Kauai. We discovered this beautiful tropic garden accessible within security. 84° F!
The airport had to have been built around this beautiful and ancient tree.
Leaving Lihui airport. Waialeale Mountain (5,146 ft Kauai’s highest point) has the world’s highest annual rainfall at 444”/yr. All vowels (which are the heart of the Hawaiian language) are pronounced. Half a mile past a sign you begin to pronounce it. In the SW part of the island there is a canyon with the lowest rainfall in the world.
The Japanese influence is easy to see. By the 1940’s 50% of Hawaiian businesses were Japanese owned/ operated. After Pearl Harbor no punitive action was taken toward Japanese Hawaiians and they had a very high volunteer rate in WWII.
Our Kauai home base. Recently modernized, this place was a real find. Great brand new Jacuzzi tub. Only a few occupants in a non touristy place.
Our hosts, George and Rhonda in Kapaa. I said Kapah and they would say no Kapah ah (remember the last a all vowels are important in Hawaiian).
Our Kauai home, complete with 3-legged cat (Kendra loves cats) -- and Bantam Roosters. They run wild all over the islands and you don’t need any other wake up call! And our own East-facing beach right behind me where we did our sunrise meditations. We left the door open to hear surf at night. We woke at first light and went directly to the beach.
Our neighborhood Local hang out –calls itself “Old school” internet café! Breakfast place. I love the chicken border with zebra and tiger- striped chickens! You’ve got to know your chicken!
While searching for the back roads, we found this fruit stand. Kendra is eating a Rambutan, an enchanting and unique sweet treat.
Back roads found, we wandered through this South back country, The terrain reminded me a bit of the high plateau in Arizona in a good rain year. There is more rain here than in AZ, but much less here than on the N and E coasts. The SW Island coast has less rain still including the lowest annual rainfall spot in the world.
On our way to Gillins Beach – this hill reminds me of one I know in Arizona. This is a drier side of the island and further southwest (which we didn’t see) it’s desert and canyon.
There was a surprising number of cars in the parking area at the end of this search. Mostly locals who knew where to go --fishing, some surfing, some swimming, a few dogs and plenty of space. The most beautiful beach I’ve ever seen! The camera does not do justice to the wonderful blues and deep aquas of the water.
This is the only house on this beach. We actually saw the folks who live here back at the fruit stand.
This abandoned archeological site contains a cave. The dome once covered this entire area. The walls are sheer and the only way in here would be by rappelling. Evidence of anthropological explorations remain – a wheel barrow at the bottom, hoses, locked porta-pots(!)
Next day we headed North. These are taro fields -- poi is made from taro -- a starchy root crop. You can see why the center of the Island is uninhabitable by the steepness of the slopes in the background. Probably raining at Waialeale on Right. Egrets are a common site.
Constant traffic – there’s generally only one main road. Rhonda and George were in a traffic jam for four hours one evening - and they are locals. There was no way around it.
At the Northern end of the road you cross a river and enter Haena State Park and the road ends in a parking lot.
Dry Cave Coconut drilled out by birds Wet cave
Already in the shadow of the mountain. Kē e’ Beach still had a few surfers in wetsuits. Then we entered the wooded area in search of the Kaulupaoa KeahuolakaHeiau.
In Arizona I missed fall colors very much. On Kauaii I found fall colors!
This river is at the entrance to Haena State Parkat the end of the road. You walk and climb to get to the Heiau (temple/sacred site) shown on the next slide where the Hula was kept alive through the missionary period. When missionaries came to the end of the road, the “coconut wireless” warned them to put the hula away and don the conservative missionary-introduced muumuu. Kaulupaoa Keahuolaka Haiau is where everyone who does the Hula comes here to pay homage. Feel the energy of this sacred site. It is a temple, there is no building. It is a flat place with partial rock walls for support on some sides, quite subtle to the untrained eye. If energy insensitive, one could easily miss its significance.
We enjoyed our last sunset on Kauai here, then went to Sushi Blues for amazingly good food.
This wonderful, kind, strong and gentle soul helped us immediately at Lihue Airport. When he checked our ID’s he said “Cumming! Cumming!!!”. Showing us his arm badge, we saw he shared Kendra’s last name (Cumming). We had amazing conversations at the airport and heard about the hotel built on top of a Heiau (temple) for a third time.
Such a beautiful, truly awe-inspiring place! Interestingly, the major emotions I felt upon touching the ground were sadness, anger, pain, mourning, frustration, and more anger. Asking for the source of these feelings, the spirit of Kauai introduced herself. We learned more as we went along -- the disrespected sacred site --.sensitive spiritual leaders recently left because they found Kauai’s emotions too difficult to deal with daily. Several sources told us Kauai is mourning this loss.