rain. in maui. complete with a rainbow – for a moment – looked like it might be clearing, but when I look to the south I see grey and heavy clouds. No matter, it is maui afterall, warm and tropical.
The early morning streets are still full of joggers. The mania from home mostly likely driven from spending yesterday on the beach and serriptiously marvelling at the fecundity of some people’s bellies. I know it certainly makes me wish I had brought running shoes. I worried last night some while standing in line to get on to the boat – do boats have a weight limit like planes? – if they do, that man’s belly must account for at least two people. Old fat and so very white, I limit myself to walks on the beach and meals of fruit and fish. Will it make a difference? I doubt it but I feel better.The boat experience didn’t pan out, unfortunately. The swells, that which delighted hundreds of beach attendees yesterday, were the bane of those trying to get on the catermerans. I was relieved after spending an hour watching and waiting. It seemed too much an iffy thing…beach the bow of the boat on the shore, quickly run up the stairs timing your run to the swells. My anxiety increased with each attempt to bring the boat in, I could see the inherent difficulty in getting such a moetly crew of landlubbers aboard – including the two smallish girl childs who wanted to be carried on. The boat bobbed about off shore trying to catch the wave perfectly – the eternal quest of all things hawaiian. After several frustrating attempts, the plan was scuttled (I love pirate lingo!) and we were presented with our shoes once again with profound apologies from the crew, off shore and on, and sent on our way. The whales would just have be unwatched.Back at the Castaway, it was catch of the day again. So many different fish types to eat. Ono, a spearfish, tasting much like swordfish and Ahi, both as wonderful as the previous dinner at the Castaway – a mostly quiet little restaurant on the grounds of the resort, pearched on the beach with an open patio to the ocean view. The view which from this point gives a clear to cloudy sighting of Lahini and Molikai and quite often, the splash and spout of the whales. Much like fireworks, the crowd forgets all else and oohs and ahhs at each glimpse of the black tail, each slap of the dorsal fin on the surface, each massive splash from heaving the huge body out of the water for our delight. Do the whales do it for us, or for themselves?Today becons, like the hawian laws for living, in search for the perfect wave.