Living Aloha, mostly.

Aloha, Christina here “guest blogging”!
A week spent in Maui has given me a lot to think about.


Some observations:

  • Among the many benefits of a cousin living in Maui is the fact that you see the underside of local sights that many tourists won’t. For example: the sugar cane fields all over the island are beautiful and green and apparently a great place to hide prostitutes, marijuana crops and bodies.

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  • If I’d had to put it into action, my official Shark Encounter Emergency Plan of punching the beast in the face while yelling “take THAT, shark bitch!” – likely wouldn’t have worked out.
  • Maui locals are friendly, welcoming, and will share their fruit with you. Even if they laugh at your Canadianness while you photograph your freshly picked papaya from a variety of angles.
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Fresh lime?

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Fruit shoot.

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Passion Fruit

More on the Maui people fora moment.

 

This week we met a variety of friends who treated us to:

  • garden tours and fresh fruit (with a side of friendly ridicule)
  • taxi rides in pickup trucks along crazy dirt roads that led to beautiful views
  • close encounters with humpback whales in a moonlit outrigger canoe (with some minor ridicule when we thought the whale may smash the boat and kill us, because that’s mainly what whales do?)
  • a boat trip to Molokini to snorkel with tropical fish and eat a cheeseburger, though not at the same time

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  • a hike through a secret lava tunnel that led to a waterfall where we could swim (and they even kept their judgment to a minimum when I had a minor claustrophobia-induced anxiety attack)

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  • a packed bar to watch the Seahawks game
  • nachos
  • beer
  • quality time with a gecko named Toby

People here are just so nice. They hold doors and smile at you, and kiss you on the cheek to say hello and goodbye. My cousin tells me this is “living Aloha” – living with respect for others. In short, Maui’s is the friendliest culture I’ve ever seen.

But.
There are exceptions to every rule.

The barista at the Queen Ka’ahumanu Starbucks didn’t take too kindly to my inquiry about whether my latte was nonfat. She threw the drink backward in an epic hulk-smash that made me wonder if the respectful culture of living Aloha meant that no one ever spoke up for what they really wanted. Even if all they really wanted was a nonfat latte.

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Bitchy barista aside, Maui is magical. I’m grateful for a week spent adventuring with my cousin Kathryn and my friend Sonia, both of whom speak German but managed to keep it to English, both spoken and sung, for my benefit. You two were meant to be friends.

Ich liebe dich and mahalo!

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