Our first shift started at 7:30 today and involved cleaning
the kitchen and bathrooms first before being sent to a bunch of the cabins to
take the linens off and wash them, which is pretty much what we did for the
rest of our (three-hour!) work day.
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| And here's some black bamboo. |
The afternoon was pretty uneventful but we
had planned to go to Uncle Roberts again for the evening since it was a Wednesday
and we were incredibly excited to see all our old friends from this side of the
island again. Our online buddy Josh was on the case immediately after hearing
that we were back and offered to pick us up, so after waiting on the street for
a bit fearing he’d stood us up AGAIN he turned up with his friends Scott and
Rob (still don’t quite know which one is which) and headed through the
beautiful coast road towards our favourite place. It was very crowded tonight,
with a huge circle of spectators in front of the entrance watching two
fire-dancing girls.
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| The picture quality will be awful for the next few pictures because I accidentally left my camera in Shawn's car (see below) and have to use Sarah's, which, despite being super fancy, apparently just can't take decent close-up photos. I'll replace it when I get my camera back. |
We ran into a bunch of people like Remy, Keahi and the Pahoa
chicken man, as well as Richie from the Kona beach which was rather surprising.
Also present was a guy called Shawn who we’d met here at some point before and
we talked to him for a while as he was selling some sort of spinach from his
stall. As the event was winding down I helped him carry his stuff back to his
car and he offered to give us a ride back home, but, in true Uncle Roberts
tradition, home was not at all the first stop. After we’d shaken off Richie who
had sneakily tried to come back home with us, Shawn convinced us to come
swimming with him in what he called the ‘Millionaire’s pond’ and we decided to
check it out, the full moon being quite the perfect time for such crazy night
excursions. The place we ended up in turned out to be the little warm pond we
went to with Kyle ages ago, so we immediately felt like we were in familiar
territory again and confidently walked up to the spot in the forest, where we noticed already
a few guys were gathered - including none other than our boss Stephen, bumbling
about quite intoxicatedly with the moonlight bouncing off his bald skull. After
we all got into the warm water, he started rambling about his spiritual
experience on the island but could not shake off his self-proclaimed business-pro
manner and involved us all in a round circle of sharing our ‘heart-space’
with everyone, then involving everyone in a very surreal cult-like ceremony of bobbing up and
down in a circle while singing some sort of ‘Oompa, Oompa’ song and then
proclaiming himself our big brother. Finally after a while everyone
decided to head home and since we were going to the same place as Stephen
anyway it was concluded that we would get a lift with him so we squeezed into
one of the guys’s truck and got home safely - although this entire evening was a bonding experience we hadn't quite anticipated on our first day.
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