|Hawaii, The Big Island
times, we have visited the 'Big Island'.
These displays are along the highway, as soon as you drive out of the Kona Airport. Spelled out with white coral on black lava, they are a striking and welcoming sight.
They are also confusing to some. While I was taking pictures, a French girl pulled over her car and asked me, "What does eet all mean?"
I debated over telling her about the long history of ancient astronauts,
tiki gods, and white coral messages from the sky.
Of course, whenever we're in Hawaii, we spent a substantial part of our
time under water, playing Jacques Cousteau. Which reminds me of a question I have. If the
suffix '-graphy' means writing, (i.e. photography is 'light writing', and then there's
seismography, calligraphy, and pornography), then what the hell is oceanography?
Anyway, this turtle was a regular visitor on the beach that we snorkeled.
Pele is also present below ground, manifested in the energy that is the
life force of earth.
Unfortunately, this is as close as we got to the volcano. Mr. Bill had decided to close all the National Parks, to co-coincide with this visit to Hawaii. Due to money shortages. Apparently, it costs a lot to have all those people in uniforms protect us from ourselves.
This actually turned out to be a blessing when it came to visiting the heiaus (temples). All one had to do is park his car a short distance from a heiau, then walk into the grounds from any direction except the front. He would then find himself alone in a heiau. No guides, no lectures, no tour groups, no fees.
Theoretically speaking, of course. To actually do this would mean breaking the law. And no one would want to break the law of a country that so well respects the needs and wishes of its' native peoples. Right?
That's what I thought.