Up early after a long on the volcano to drive to the Kona Boys Kayak shop. Our goal? Captain Cook's memorial. This British explorer was the first Euro Trash to run across the Hawaiian Islands in 1777. The indigenous population hailed him as a god on his arrival. Upon his departure from the island, a storm arose and Captain Cook had to return to the island. The native people figured he must not be a god as no god worth his salt would be turned back by a storm. Needless to say, Captain Cook was killed in the fray that followed. Imperialism runs aground once again.
Without a permit, docking on the monument is not allowed, so we spent our time snorkeling from the kayak, and seeing parrot fish, butterfly fish, sea urchins and a bevy of other sea creatures. The rental place suggested an early start and we were certainly happy we followed this advise, as the longer we stayed more Kayaks showed up, divers arrived and eventually a cruise ship with hundreds of snorkelers dropped anchor. We made a hasty retreat and ended up eating lunch in the middle of the bay as a pod of dolphins glided by. Those hippy chicks getting sea turtle tattoos are probably having dual dolphins placed as a stamp tramp as we speak.
A quick trip back to the hotel for some much needed lounging by the pool. We relaxed until happy hour and enjoyed $5.00 Mai Tai's from the original inventor, Don the Beachcomber . We decided to get dinner and my selfish boyfriend twisted his ankle on uneven pavement, of course the five Mai Tais had nothing to do with it but I have my suspicions. We spent the remainder of the evening nursing a sprained ankle in the room and eating Take Out Thai food. Truly, the only cure for this calamity is more resting by the pool and of course more Mai Tais.
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