After the much excited anticipation of a long downwind OC2 paddle today, the Great Dane appears to have a temporary Achilles heel. Except it isn’t her heel, but her ear. And as she is intending to win the race this weekend, she has been advised to keep off the water, which we completely understand (especially Charmian given her hearing loss earlier in the year), and hope that she gets better soon. So unfortunatley, we won't be able to join her for an OC1 downwind Maliko run this week, but we can still join the women’s OC6 training tomorrow night, which will be great!
Somewhat sad, but never daunted, the intrepid pair took off on an island adventure of our own, in the car rather than canoe.
Any adventurer must start fully fuelled, hence first stop, shaved ice. And no, this had nothing to do with illicit street drugs, but a local delicacy that is exactly that. A block of ice, shaved into a cup and topped with your choice of syrup. I made an excellent choice of coconut and guava, whilst Charmian took a poorer option of mango which tasted disgusting.
Next stop, Joy’s Kitchen. True to its name, it was Joyous. Stocked up with non-meat, non-diary, gluten free wraps we were set for the day.
A minor route aberration took us through the lava fields, where a glimpse of two gorgeous Adonis’ with a boot full of pineapples by the side of the road, brought us to a screaming halt. We retraced our steps to assess their wares (and them). Both turned out quite peachy, so we picked up a couple (of pineapples, alas) and continued on our way.
Not much adventuring yet, but with both of us more spherically shaped than before, we were able to bounce down to the beach, like beach balls…for lunch, to masticate Joy’s joyous wraps.
With an inappropriately short time for our lunch to settle we took to the water for a swim and snorkel. There, round as a dinner plate was a sea turtle, grazing on the rocks. We followed him for a while, then, as he lost interest in us, we decided to continue with our day.
Taking our journey northwards along the west coast of Maui, we ended up in the artsy village of Lahaina, an old whaling town harbouring the USA’s largest Banyan tree. If you put a canopy, over its canopy, you could house a whole village, no kidding, it’s magnificent.
We gave in to icecreams on the wharf before window shopping along the main street, all the while conscious that we couldn’t buy anything larger than a postage stamp, as our bags are already too cumbersome to transport by canoe.
In keeping with the theme of the day, we snacked on Maui chips (bought solely for the picture of the outrigger on the packet) and returned to our lovely beachside condo to relax on the balcony and enjoy the remainder of the evening with the sound of the sea and the sight of the stars twinkling between the palm trees (oh, as we ate our dinner, of course!)
Note to selves: must exercise tomorrow, otherwise canoe likely to sink during crossing.
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