DAY 57 - What are you doing to us Ashton??

Today did not start out well. For reasons that will not be disclosed here due to certain people’s requests, we were essentially advised by Cameron and Lori to leave their place and to find somewhere new to stay as quickly as possible. We immediately decided to go back to 'our' side of the island and made a list of all the people we’ve met there and the places they told us about, and Sarah got e-mailing everyone straight away (thanks again!). One of our potential new homes required you to call them to discuss everything and since we were too proud to ask Cameron and Lori for their phone and quite wanted to get out of the house anyway, we decided to hitchhike into Kailua where we’d seen some sort of phone cards sold in the shops there. 

We hitchhiked first with a lovely old Australian man and then with a rather scary young dude who alternated between shouting down his hands-free phone at someone and blasting out the most horrifically catchy song of all time on the radio (‘DEY KNO WAT IS WAT – BUT DEY DON KNO WAT IS WAT – DEY JUST STRUT --- WAT DA FOK’ repeated about a zillion times) We went into the store to find out about these phone cards, but it transpired pretty soon that you would still need an American SIM card to use whatever this was so that wasn’t an option anymore. We dejectedly bought some ice cream instead and ate it on the wall to the beach, and then spotted a payphone which could be the solution to all our problems. Needless to say, it wasn’t – two of our quarters got stuck before even going anywhere and nothing happened except for some Chinese voice coming out of the phone speakers, regardless of what number we typed in. So we gave up on that and walked a bit further where we tried another payphone that actually worked, but only got through to voicemail. Seeing a café’s ‘Free WiFi’ sign we decided to check Sarah’s emails again on my phone and see if there were any leads there, but after waiting an eternity in line to buy our two cokes and then another eternity for the Internet to load we decided that we should just let go of this idea and go back to the beach we’d been to on our first day in Kailua. On the way there we ran into William, a guy we'd met that night, who invited us to come with him and his French friend to some sort of barbecue at an abandoned airport beach or something, which sure sounded exciting. Through some turn of events however we ran into another guy on the way and talked to him for a bit, and when we were done, William was nowhere to be seen anymore. 

We followed the road for a long while hoping to catch up with him but even when we then found ourselves in a vast area of emptiness that did indeed look like an old airport, neither William, nor a barbecue, or any human beings could be found apart from some old Asians doing exercises in a nearby park. So after wandering about for a bit we hitchhiked back into the main town with a lovely Canadian-French family and there spotted a table near the road where people seemed to be giving out free food, so we went and got some and settled down with two young guys chilling nearby, moustachioed Mikey and dreadlocked Emery. While sitting there we ran into Koa, the blonde guy from the other night, who was walking by with his dog and joined us for a while before heading off to the beach again. We decided to get some wine and then hung out with Emery and his slightly scatty but very lovely older friend Carl at a different beach for a while, but when they decided to go and play some music somewhere else we spilt up and went back to the beach we where at the other night. Reminiscing with Koa about the back massage train then got some dude called Sam interested, so we repeated the entire exercise again with those two guys and another one called Sterling, which Sarah thought was just the coolest name ever. Eventually of course it got dark and we decided to head off to pack so we could leave early the next day no matter what our situation would be. We got picked up by a very lovely guy with a ponytail called Michael who dropped us all the way home, where we ran straight to check Sarah’s emails. We’d gotten a reply from Mick the banana pie guy who told us that on his place there’d coincidentally been an opening for two girls for housekeeping at a meditation centre, and that we should call the owner tomorrow. Very excited we packed all our belongings and went to sleep here for the last time.