Bob-Kats on the Road 1-26 -12

Waimea, Hawaii - Vol 1

Aloha!!!  I hate people who say that – it’s like, I’m in Hawaii and you’re not.  Sorry, it’s my only chance!  I have gotten behind on this blogging thing.  There was just so much to say about Trinidad and Three Rivers and no time with the holidays to do a good job of it.  So, skipping that for now until a slow news day, as they say.

I know we said we were going to Australia, but could not go that far with my family situation.  I do hate to disappoint my readers (both of you), but Hawaii is not too bad either.  But we are not in that Hawaii … and we are not in the Kauai-Waimea of Beach Boys fame either.  This is the Big Island and this Waimea is in the mountains and not on the beach.  We’re just not resort people, I guess.  This is perfect – a lot to do and see that is very different and a lot to learn about.  We are here for a month and laying on the beach would have lasted about two days for us.

We arrived in Kona, picked up a jeep and headed down the coast to Waimea/Kamuela.  (About that Kamuela – because there is another Waimea, the post office made them come up with another name. “ Kamuela” is the Hawaiianization of Samuel, a local name here)  Never mind.

Waimea is perfect – it is not a resort town, real people live here and it has an uncontrived, authentic feel to it much  like Trinidad.

We stopped at the grocery store to pick up breakfast things.  The first thing we noticed was everything is $5.  I mean, everything – bread, $5, milk, $5, English muffins, $5.

Okay, ditch expensive muffins for junk food.  Doughnut holes, $10.99.  Hmm.

So, the next day we went back to Kona to Costco and spent $467 on provisions.  Not to worry, we are supporting our local community here very well still.

We rented a house outside of Waimea.  It was advertised as belonging to artists.  That usually means the house has been modified in some peculiar way.  There is a bit of that in this house (which has 11 skylights!), but the effect is pleasing and I think they have done a good job making the house both charming and comfortable.

We are at the foot of Mauna Kea (13,800 ft. volcanic mountain) and most days can see it from the deck.

Waimea is at 3500 feet elevation, so is cooler and wetter than the beach area just 10 miles away.  It is lush and green, with extravagant blooming plants and trees, vines climb everywhere.  An obese Angus next door rolled up to the fence to see us.  I could read his expression perfectly – so much grass, so little time, burrph…

Many people here have horses, sheep, goats, whatever.  And  I think do it to keep down the grass.  And of course there are chickens.  Thank you, neighbor.  Without your rooster I would not know the passing of each hour in the night.

We have birds, oh yes.  The common myna is everywhere.  They are, I think, the starlings of Hawaii.  But at least they are attractive.

That is one thing.  There were few birds here naturally.  Those who brought them in and released them, for the most part brought nice looking birds.

The Japanese white eye.

The yellow fronted canary.

The Kalij pheasant.

The Java sparrow

The house is gated, as are almost all the houses here.  They are gated against feral pigs – just what you want to find in your back yard when you come home!

And in the evenings, we sit on the deck.  Make a fire.

And put on some IZ.  His beautiful voice, a presence only weighing 800 pounds can give, no better way to end a day in Hawaii.

Bob’ Extra Edition – On the Road “Tubs and Showers”

You don’t have any control over tubs and showers when you are on the road . . . Ya know, like at home where you can pick out a shower head, curtain and mat that fits your comfort needs.  I’m not really tall, just over 6’, but the number of shower heads installed at chin level, aiming icy or steamy water directly at my Adam’s apple is amazing.

I ran into one tub (Landmark Inn, Pikeville, Kentucky) that had the shower head installed at the opposite end from the faucet and drain.  Of course, I would forget this fact every morning so that  when I bent over to start the shower,  ice cold water hit me right in the a__!  And those nanny state regulations that demand temperature limiters on the hot water side just pi__ me off.  Gee, I’m a grown-up, I actually can tell when the water is too hot or too cold and I even have a valve that allows me to set it where I want it, not where some nose-pick bureaucrat decided it should be!

Well here at the Morning Fire house in Waimea we have an unusual issue of over-exposure when it comes to showers.  We have a bath upstairs and one downstairs.  The one upstairs is totally open to the bedroom and sky lights . . .

. . . and it is a glass tube, elevated about three feet above floor level.  Talk about being on display!  Well we’ve named It “Shower-a-go-go at the Peppermint Lounge”  kind of like those ‘60s go-go-bird-cages that Goldie Hawn and Judy Carne danced in on Laugh-In.  Every night when I pass through the A-Go-Go shower to get in the hot tub I have a undeniable urge to Go-Go dance . . . Kat has to talk me down or I would be there all night.

I talked Kat into using the A-Go-Go shower on a morning basis and I took the shower downstairs.  However, as you can see, the exposure problem is still somewhat of an issue in my shower.