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Thursday |
| Hitch-hiking has been more of a challenge
than expected but it has its rewards. I met a lot
of people today. I just said yes to anyone who
offered a ride, even if it was just a tenth of a
mile. After a long wait, first up was Paulie who
used to live where I live now. Then Theo took me
an even shorter distance. I hoofed it a mile to
the park entrance and was almost instantly picked
up by "Billy" visiting from Switzerland. Leaving
Hamoa, I overhead a father and son speaking Czech
so I chimed in. We spoke, I walked on, then they
pulled up and asked if I'd join them on their
drive. Bohužel,
I was going the other way. But I told him not to
be surprised if he met more Czechs--they were all
around. |
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After a quick lift with an affianced
couple here for their wedding weekend, I bought
some groceries at Hasegawa's
("Has-to-gouge-ya") and then put my thumb out
for the 13-mile haul home to Kipahulu. Another
hitcher, rather eccentric, pulled me in her wake
to the Ono Farm Stand
where she introduced me--"What's your
name?"--and we helped Nick load the van. A
self-described OCD'er, he fit everything so
precisely there was room to set up a folding
chair in back--a first! It was brick-oven pizza
night in Kipahulu so we spilled out there and I
was introduced to a dozen locals, all of them
charming, including Petra, who I
wild-ass-guessed might be Czech. Sure enough,
she was born in Brno, which seemed to confirm
what I told the father and son earlier.
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