DAY 34 - Reggae Love

The main event for today was a big reggae night at Uncle Roberts so after completing the day’s work we got ready and set out to hitchhike, getting picked up after the record time of only about 10 seconds. The guy driving was a friendly Hawaiian slash every-other-nationality-ever called Ravyn with a hilarious giggle, who drove us all the way to Uncle Roberts and accidentally broke the door handle off his car in trying to aid us in getting out. Pretty amused again at this point we walked around the empty venue for a bit (we got there way too early) and decided to wait for more people in a nearby café.

Along with this old man furiously eating his chips.

It filled up pretty quickly and we decided to actually sit near the stage soon after, where we met some interesting people again:

This legend of a little child was seen intensely headbanging later.

And we met this guy,  referred to ever after only as 'that scatty old black man'

While sitting by the entrance and talking we met a young guy called Keahi who was soon revealed to be Sarah’s dream boy (a photographer? AND firefighter? With a TRAGIC PAST??) and who could not contain his excitement about our accents, needing to communicate his approval of it every two minutes.

Also, bass players are the BEST.

The reggae band was really amazing (I decided then that reggae is, like, my FAVOURITE music) and we were dancing the entire time until they stopped playing and everyone started to leave. We sat by the entrance for a while, Sarah engaged in deep conversation with Keahi, while I feebly tried to locate people going in the same direction as our home and met a cool guy called Sean. He finally arranged for us to get a lift as far as Pahoa at least on the back of someone’s truck, with a foreign woman called Ann and a girl called Sam who happened to have a sister called Sarah, which we all found very cool (Our Sarah has a twin brother called Sam, for anyone who doesn’t know. That’s why it’s cool). They all insisted on inviting us to some party tomorrow night and wrote down directions and everything but of course we should have listened more carefully (Tune in tomorrow for how that turned out). We got out in Pahoa and hitched the rest of the way with an old guy called David who had the tiniest car imaginable, resulting in Sarah having to spend the entire ride uncomfortably suspended half on my lap and half floating in midair, but we finally got home safely.