To describe the events of this day I need to provide a bit of
background information. So yesterday this guy Koa (of Kona beach back massage
fame) invited us to come to some rave at Hawi Lighthouse, which is pretty much
as far from us on the Big Island as you can get, so we were quite hesitant at
first not really wanting to go to any mad excursions on our first few days
here. We did however meet a guy at Kahena beach yesterday who talked about
going to this thing as well, and mentioned some sort of psychedelic/alcoholic
cheese that was going to be involved, which got me interested again. It took a
while to convince Sarah but finally she agreed to come and we arranged with
Stephen to take the following day off, got out three hours for today done and
got ready to hitchhike there – about three hours drive. Luckily, by some mad
coincidence, our friend Natasha happened to want to go as well and had given up
because she couldn’t afford the gas money all the way there so we agreed to get
a lift up there with her if we paid for some of the expenses, which was just a
perfect deal for everyone involved. She picked us up in her little Honda and
soon we were cruising north blasting out some electronic trance music the entire
way.
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We made a couple of stops (to get booze, to get doughnuts,
to watch the sun set) but eventually we were in Hawi and just had to find our
way to the actual venue, vaguely looking for any sort of lighthouse (there
ended up not even being one – Koa you sneaky lying lil bugger). We followed
some cars filled with people who looked EXACTLY like they were going to a rave,
down a very sketchy road filled with potholes and deep ditches. At some point,
even though Natasha had just very skilfully navigated around a huge mud puddle we
attempted to drive up a little hill and ended up getting stuck on the ledge
with the front wheels not getting any grip on the road. We tried pushing it
back down to no avail and only when we waved a bunch of boys over who told us
some special trick did we get it back down and managed to drive the rest of the
way there without problem. The night was still young but we opened the tequila
and went to check out the dance floor (populated by about a billion
identical-looking 17-year olds in crop tops and furry leg warmers) where we ran
straight into Husamuddin, our old Palestinian friend. We also miraculously
managed to locate Koa in amongst the multitudes of people weaving in and out of
the darkness, and I ended up staying with him for most of the night while Sarah
and Natasha were off on their own little adventures. All in all it was a pretty
crazy night – dancing, drinking, girl moments and the like, until the sun came
up again and we finally got some sleep.
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