I couldn’t sleep last night. In fact, I didn’t sleep a wink. I didn’t even lie down for more than a few minutes. I don’t know why. I can’t remember having done this more than a couple of times in my life after college, when all-nighters were de rigueur. Maybe Frivolity Friday was pushing its luck, hoping for an early start. At 5:30 a.m. I got up and took the car to the local gas station-cum-convenience store, the early morning pit stop for the local fishermen and boat tour operators before setting out for the day.
I thought I’d be alone there at the Circus-Shop-Us, but I was greeted by about a half dozen sleepy but smiling men as they loaded up on ice, beer and diesel.
After morning social time, I went to the lookout point between the Circus and the small shopping center. Keauhou, the area of Kona where I live, was the birthplace of King Kamehameha III. Such a historically important area has lots of historical sites and markers. You can’t walk ten feet without seeing one. This one marks a pathway between two former towns, and a burial ground. Locals take their lunch breaks there, tourists stop to have their photos taken there, and you’ll often find offerings of flowers and fruit, or photos of loved ones wedged in the lava rocks. Sometimes even notes to Pélé, the goddess of the Volcano Kilauea, and all-around patron saint of Hawaiians.
That’s my coffee and breakfast there to the right of the marker. I stood by the wall and sipped my coffee and nibbled at my breakfast, a “traditional” Hawaiian musubi of sushi rice, spam and egg. I know, I know, but you have to try one before you scream yuck. It was quiet at the Heiau, except for the sound of the breeze ruffling the greenery. You can’t really watch the sunrise on the Kona side of the island, it being the West side and all, so I settled for watching as the lights of Kona twinkled and faded while the light of the sun grew stronger. I was surprised and delighted to hear the crowing of a rooster not far off above me, coming from Keauhou Estates, a posh neighborhood, where the homes start at two million. If someone has figured out how to keep a rooster in Keuahou, I’d like to know their secret. I’m just trying to keep two cats and a dog without getting caught.
I tied to snap photos, but the early morning on voggy days makes it difficult. NOtice it’s difficult to discern the horizon where the sea meets the sky. That changes as the sun rises higher. The world is enveloped in a kind of blue haze that makes capturing detail impossible for those armed only with a point and shoot. Note to self: next time you’re awake at 5 a.m., take the good SLR.
These are the best photos I could manage. Lori Skoog, don’t look. I’m embarrassed.
For a much more interesting views of Keauhou, visit Loving the Big Island.
*Noni, most often marketed in the West as Tahitian or Hawaiian Noni Juice, is a wonderful if disagreeable smelling fruit, has medicinal properties. The fruit, along with the leaves, bark and sap, were very important cultural commodities for native Hawaiians throughout early history.
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