From Maui, With Love 2

They came back about an hour and a half later with the good news that the rental car company was on their way with a new van. Yay! But someone had to wait for them, obviously, so not everyone could go. L's parents decided to stay, so the remaining five of us crammed into the compact and went to Hana.

Almost two hours later, the tow guy calls us to say he's just left. By this time it's already pitch black outside where L's parents are. He doesn't get to them until after 9pm, and they got here after ten, but all was fixed! Yay!

The next morning L's great uncle Goro ran into the other rental with his truck and obliterated the passenger's side mirror.

On the plus, the rest stops along the way are populated by some kind of feline-chicken society

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From Maui, With Love 1

As some of you know, I went on a trip to Hana, Maui with L and his family. I had no reception in the valleys, so I had no way to update! Booo.

Hana is a very small town on the far windward side of Maui, famously the deathplace/grave of Charles Lindbergh and the area Oprah purchased to prevent unwanted commercial development. To get there you can fly from the Kahului airport (which is in the middle of the northern shore) into the tiny Hana municipal airport. Or you can do what most people do and make THE MOST RIDICULOUS DRIVE EVER through Maui on these ludacrous winding mountain roads. The roads were originally gravel and not made for cars, so on the most dangerous curves and precarious ledges and bridges, it dips into one lane only. One lane TOTAL. People coming the opposite direction have to wait until oncoming traffic passes by before they can proceed. The road also can't go for more than 100 feet without making some kind of loony hairpin curve. Apparently it's so jerky ride that many people get seasick. It makes the 52 mile drive take somewhere between two and four hours depending on traffic and the condition of the roads that day.

About halfway there we got a flat. The right front was flat like I have never seen, it was FLAT. Riding on the hub cap flat. At first I was like "oh we have a spare, we're good." the. We hear sshhhhh coming from the rear right tire.

Eff. Okay, we'll call AAA or the rental company to come help. Take out my handy Internet phone and OH no reception. For any of us.

Okay well, we were smart enough to get two vehicles! The other can go on ahead and get a tow truck. What's that? There's no tow truck or mechanic in all of Hana? Okay. Well they can to ahead and call someone then.

Here's the road right behind us

In front of us is a bridge that makes another one lane hairpin, and across the valley (to the right of that photo) is this



Can you see the road?

L's dad and brother go on to make a call and and they're leaving, his mom adds "make sure you're back soon, once it gets dark there are no lights on this road."

I suddenly have way too much spare time

Some things you all need to watch:

Forrest Gump in One Minute
Kill Bill in One Minute
Star Wars in One Minute
28 Days Later in One Minute
Minesweeper: The Movie
Machete trailer from Grindhouse MUST SEEE
Werewolf Women of the SS trailer from Grindhouse

In which I misinterpret Alice Cooper

YESSS THE SEMESTER IS OVER I'M DONE FOREVER AND EVER AND I WILL NEVER HAVE TO DO WORK EVER AGAIN AS FAR AS I AM CONCERNED RIGHT NOW OMG.

Time to eat cookies and jump on the bed and stay up AS LATE AS I WANT. HOT CRACKERS I AM SO EXCITED. I think my grade is effed in a couple of my classes I don't even caaaaare. Wait I care a little bit because I just got my Emory info packet in the mail and I really, reeeaaally want to go there but I don't know if I can possibly get in. I think if I don't I might as well go wait tables since there's nothing else I'd really like to do but ANYWAY FOR RIGHT NOW I'M GOING TO EAT ICE CREAMS AND WATCH MOVIES AND SLEEP FOREVER.

Actually I can't really get used to being done with work so I got a Chamorro language tape to study before I went to Guam but it's probably the most useless thing ever. It has a dude repeating phrases over and over and telling you to repeat them but it never tells you what they're saying. There's no accompanying book either, so I guess I'm just screwed. Normally I would just get some books but since I've never, ever heard someone speak Chamorro I don't know how to pronounce anything.

I also checked out some books on Micronesian archaeology and got some unpublished research from the University of Guam on excavations done in the area we'll be looking into. What the hell why am I so determined to keep working now.

Piggybean

Check out my newest impulse buy. I have dubbed him Piggybean.

Piiiiggybean, Piiiiiiiiggybean, looks like a piggy and a bean




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