Today was the big day after our one-week probation period, so
after we completed our hours we got sat down by Stephen in a very formal staff
meeting and solemnly told that we were doing well and would be allowed to stay
on for the rest of our time here. For the evening we had planned to go to ‘PeleAina’,
(Jeffrey’s place) for some sort of potluck event they were meant to be having
there, but decided against it last minute because it is really far out and we
didn’t exactly know how to get there, and nor did we know whether we could find
a ride back in the night. So Uncle Roberts it was again. The relative
remoteness of our new home here still catches us out every time and so found
ourselves after nightfall just wandering along the dark road under huge trees
rustling ominously in the wind, armed with only a tiny torch and absolutely
NO-ONE coming by, which was rather terrifying, and to make matters worse, one
of my flip flops (second pair since being here, and glued about 6 times
already) broke again resulting in me having to shuffle along quite stupidly.
Eventually (after having made it all the way to the bottom of the road already)
we did of course get picked up finally and were safely delivered to Uncle
Roberts. We got talking to a bunch of Hawaiian boys and stayed with them for a
while, enjoying their generously handed-out caramel chocolates and beers while
Uncle Roberts was experiencing some sort of technical difficulties resulting in
the power cutting off every few minutes.
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| Completely unrelatedly, there was a little white girl running around holding a branch to her head. This what she looked like. |
Shawn was, unsurprisingly, also to be found there and
introduced us to a friend of his called Chris, and we hung out with them for a
while, interrupted only slightly by Sarah’s desperate quest to find out the
name of a song the band played at some point (‘Do you know this song? Uhyeh,
uhyeh, uhyeh, uhyehooo, shoobilidoobilidoobilidoobilidoobabbadub ooouohh….’) In
the end we got talking to the main dude from the band, a corpulent Hawaiian
ukulele player by the name of Uncle Glenn, who told us the answer – it’s ‘Rua
Kenana’, for the record. Shawn offered to give us and this Chris guy a ride
back again, but (as was to be expected) was diverted by the idea of going to
the warm ponds again, which we then did. The absence of Stephen there made for
a much calmer and quieter experience and it was quite a fun ending to the night
– the only unsettling factor being Chris’ tendency to break into his slightly pervy
alter ego at random intervals.
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