DAY 65 - Siriusly too much cinder

Today was my day off so I spent the morning mostly lazing around in the kitchen. We decided to go into Pahoa for the day to get some more groceries, before going from there to Cinderland in the evening for Taco Tuesday. Walking along the familiar streets of Pahoa we decided to have a little lunch, but for once opted not to go to the Mexican restaurant but to a café called ‘Sirius Coffee’ – an obvious choice for any Harry Potter and/or astronomy fan I think. There we got some amazing cream cheese & pesto bagels and tea, and as we sat down outside to enjoy them ran into Alex, the dreadlocked guy from Jeffrey’s place, who was on the way to do his laundry. He hung out with us for a while talking about some deeply spiritual and philosophical topics as well as telling us all about the current developments at Cinderland – apparently National Geographic is filming some sort of documentary there soon, the authenticity of which seems to be controversial but everyone seems quite curious to see what will come of it.

Philosophy in the afternoon sunlight.

We also then met James, the old guy who’d picked us up a few days ago, and got talking to him about his hypnosis practise that Sarah was very interested in and which sparked a very deep conversation about childhood influences and such after he’d left. We got some drinks and started drinking in a car park nearby before then hitchhiking to Cinderland. The guy driving us didn’t want to go all the way there so we were dropped off at the end of the road in total darkness and had to cautiously navigate along the pitch black road through some kind of forest towards the distant sounds of drums, which was rather scary. Of course we made it though and were soon within the familiar living area of Cinderland with the fire and drum circle. There were noticeably more people here tonight (apparently a lot of people had flown in from the main land to be in the documentary) to the point that it was near impossible to find a space to dance within the drum circle and we ended up sitting on the sidelines for most of the night zoning out and watching the flickering shadows of the dancers...

...as well as the legendary Jeffrey with his trumpet.