Day 7

We had half a days worth of driving for the day and half a day of phone calls to schedule a snorkeling trip before we left the islands. We drove all the way back to the volcanos for the aerial tour only to get a five minute tour of the seaside and figure that the clouds would be too low and we will not be able to see any lava flow nor steam vents. We saved ourselves plenty of green but we had a avoidable four hour drive. To salvage part of the trip we went to the touristy waterfalls where we learned to say Merry Christmas in the local language which I repeated a few times and have since then promptly forgotten as well.

The water falls were not pretty on account of the water being muddy but they were quite majestic. Too bad unlike Kempty falls they did not allow people close to the water for safety reasons.

Does doing an activity for the sheer risk of it increase the adrenaline? If you make an activity extremely safe it does take some amount of fun factor out of it.

Her diligence and persistence on the phone yielded results and we had a snorkel tour booked for the next day just in time to wrap up the trip and catch the flight.

The afternoon was a really lazy one with both of completing the library books and a solid nap. Now we can definitely say we took a nap in Hawaii too. In search for a rejuvenating coffee to wake up our Aloha spirits we strolled lazily past the ocean side joints. Each one was claiming their fame in “best burger” or “authentic Hawaiian” to “local favorite” and enticing passerby with low rates and best maitai offers. We decided to go to the burger place but just in case traipsed further away to see what else Kona had to offer. It was kind of channel surfing to find out if there was anything else better going on. We found a Thai restaurant no surprise there, that was right by the ocean side with the sun about to set in an hour or so. Our legs gravitated towards it and we ordered a fish panang and mixed sea food and summer rolls along with a maitai and iced coffee. The view as the sun was setting was picture perfect. It was almost a perfect ending to the last evening in Hawaii. Being Christmas day the motorcycle rentals was closed and mopeds somehow did not quite substitute the craving only raw horsepower and nimble handling could provide.

It was one of the few days we watched a few hours of TV and a more than week without Internet was therapeutic. Very few phone calls and we did not miss much of it either.