After completing our work, which consisted mainly of cleaning the
kitchen with Shakti today (it was weird being the authority on kitchen-cleaning) we
decided to go into Pahoa again and to once and for all do our groceries finally
before deciding what to do for the evening – we’d heard of some kind of ‘dance
party’ happening today in Hilo but also of a house party that Satori had
mentioned, so we wanted to gather some info before making up our minds. We
completed the shopping without much problem (but had to give up the healthy
plan because it just seemed impossible to afford, so we went back to tinned
beans) and spotted corn dogs being sold there which (as we agreed on) we would
have to try while in America. So our lunch consisted of those and bits of
chicken that we consumed on a bench in the parking lot – I actually very much
enjoyed my corn dog; ten points to America. We ran into Daniel (hitchhiking
buddy from ages ago) and Devon, and tried to inquire about the happenings of tonight
but they both didn’t seem to know what was going on either.
At home we decided
to finally put our plan to be mermaids into action (who needs Joy when we’ve
got some perfectly fine warm ponds right down the street), gathered up a bunch
of dresses and scarves, grabbed the cling film and walked down to the small
warm ponds. (To explain a bit further - we recently had the idea of dressing up as mermaids when going to the mermaid ponds and filming ourselves under water with Sarah's GoPro camera - Why, you ask? Why not?) Unfortunately there were people there and we didn't feel quite
comfortable with this silly endeavour being witnessed by people on such close
quarters, so we packed up again and made our way along the coast towards the
bigger warm pond where we soon got picked up by a lovely Canadian couple.
Arrived there we started with the mission of wrapping our entire bottom halves
in fabric and then tightening it with cling-film, all without leaving any gaps,
falling over or attracting too much attention from the other people there who were definitely eyeing us suspiciously from afar. When
we felt sufficiently equipped we then proceeded to stupidly hobble over to the
stairs and tried to fall in as gracefully as possible, only to find that the
cling-film did not hold up its end of the bargain very well under water and
soon started unravelling. We tried fixing it but soon had to admit defeat and
started filming with only the fabric, which actually looked pretty suave in
itself. As we were splashing around doing that we were approached by a young
guy called Eli who engaged Sarah in deep conversation while I continued the splashing, thoroughly enjoying being
able to dive properly for once because I’d taken my contact lenses out. Eli was
also talking about going to this thing in Hilo and offered to drive us there if we
let him have a shower at ours, so with that deal set into place we soon started
packing our stuff together and went home to get ready. On the way to Hilo we stopped at a supermarket to get some drinks - our decision fell on the legendary Fireball again.
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| With its dashing mascot. |
Arrived in Hilo, shortly after nightfall, we now had
to find out where the hell we were actually going. Luckily we ran into Sarit
the artist soon who told us to go to some sort of Cultural Art Centre – and bingo,
we went there and walked straight into a crowd that was saturated with all the hippies
we knew, all gathered around a short catwalk on which various people covered in
tattoos or body-paint or wearing weird costumes were strutting about, which was not quite what
we had expected but entertaining nonetheless. That bit ended pretty soon after
we got there and two belly dancers started performing, which is when we headed out
because the heat inside the room was stifling. We were told of some kind of
afterparty that everyone would be going to now and soon managed to locate ‘our’
hippies by the incessant wolf-howling they frequently emitted – Thiago, Five,
Lee the snake man were al there just to name a few. We stood with them in the car park for a
while and met a bunch of cool new people like a guy called Drew who told us about his plans to conquer the island by bicycle or a Jamaican
musician called Magpie. The dance itself took place in some sort of warehouse
but was pretty empty when we got there, leading to a lot of flitting in and out
and the eventual sudden decision by Sarah to leave this place and check out a
venue nearby called 'Coqui’s' where some sort of reggae event was happening. We
sneakily managed to get the entry-armbands from some people who were leaving
and attach them to our own wrists with the help of gum and got in for free,
which was nice because we’d already paid a ten dollar entry fee to the other
place. A lot of other people we knew were here, such as Shawn, Austin and his
girlfriend and, to Sarah’s delight, Jon. We danced until the place shut down
and were driven back by Eli – Jon and Sarah however had gotten the idea of
going to the warm ponds into their heads again. Eli and I felt quite tired so we dropped them
off and went home, and because Eli didn't have a place to stay for the night I offered him the bottom bunk that had only recently been evacuated by Jason, and soon after Sarah and Jon re-emerged as well.
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| They'd had a GREAT time at the warm ponds. |
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