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Our honeymoon was fabulous. Gene surprised me with a four day excursion to another island. We went to the rental car place upon arrival to the Big Island of Hawaii. Gene completely forgot the company with which we had reservations. I sat with our bags while Gene went from window to window saying, “Uhhhh, do you have a reservations for Dodge.” He would intermittently look down the row of 20 car rental places at me...at which time I would give him a solid role of the eyes and palm to forehead slap. Eventually we got our car, which we had to put in my name anyways, because Gene's license got stolen and California has some ridiculous rules about getting a new one. Sooooo �" we were cruising down the road in our sweet Jeep Wrangler 4WD, when we opened the A.
We saw beautiful mountains on the Big Island of Hawaii and much more. Although it rained a lot of the time, it was refreshing and cool. We stayed at the Kilauea Military Camp, which basically looks like an Army base that now serves as a stark but comfortable resort of sorts.
We took a tour of the active volcano vents. Gene and I both agree that it reminded us most of being gassed in boot camp. It was a touching recollection...of coughing, full sinus release and thinking we were going to die. I think I started having a mini-asthma attack and had to wear my cheap windbreaker across my face like a dessert sultan. We made a quick retreat to the car, and briefly witnessed the bus loads of tourists coming back from the vents looking as though they were going to lose their lunches. That made it all worth it...oh wait...no it didn't...but really it did...not...okay it was cool.
Next we decided to hike to The Lava Tube. It's an underground tunnel that was formed by lava flow.
The same day we also drove along Highway 11 and came to a remote spot where we hiked across about ½ mile of lava flow, to get to a black sand beach. Some one had arranged coconuts on this passage into intricate rows and they had begun to sprout palm trees. It was eerie and interesting. The sand on this short beach was jet black and reminded me of fish eggs. On our hike back Gene decided to take 20 minutes trying to get an “amazing photo” of a wasp while I fried on a hot bed of lava LITERALLY! That was my first layer of sun burn and one more reason for me to hate wasps.
So moving on...the next day we went hiking to waterfalls in the rain forest. We got a lot of exercise and felt rejuvenated. The weather was nice and Gene actually jumped from a pretty high ledge into a fresh water lagoon...just like a local kid! That's Gene...he just went for it and blended into his surroundings like he does so beautifully. In the mean time...I took pictures of the scenery and re-applied my bug repellent �" now that's adventure. The greenery was lush and reminded me of Swiss Family Robinson.
Over the course of our trip we also found some really good local restaurants...and yes...that was my contribution to the trip.
The next day we hiked four and a half miles through a baron waste land in high winds to see the famous “Green Sand Beach”.
After that we drove for an hour and a half starving and weary. We ended up eating at a Denny's of all places - which meant that we drove through the steep and winding roads of South Kona, Hawaii just to eat at a typical, greasy, commonplace diner that one finds on most street corners in any given place in the U.S. By that time it was getting late, so we began the long drive back to our quarters, tired but satisfied that we would be feeling sick shortly from the gut-bombs that we delighted in at Denny's. Sorry folks, we did not get any good pictures of this particular section of our trip.
We headed back down the mountain seeing the same things we saw on the way in - although we did spot a zebra and a donkey on the way back.
Our last day was spent sleeping in and then packing up. We drove down to Hilo, and had breakfast at the same cafe' I've been raving about. The extra bonus (to me) was that this time we had a good-looking, heavily French accented waiter. This reminded us of Ben Dodge...the French part...not the good-looking part, mind you. Awww, just kidding Ben. But seriously this guys was like...really French.
Then we drove to the airport, turned in our car, and flew home.
Now we're back in our little apartment on the 43rd floor of a high-rise in downtown Pearl City, HI.