This is the second part of an ongoing series of posts, regarding our trip to the Hawaiian islands. Click here for the first part. We took a 7 day cruise, during the last week of September and the first week of October of 2012. Our first day and night, before the cruise, we stayed at the Marriott hotel in Honolulu.
And no, the last part of the title to this post should not be read as "nuts and dick shots." I just want to clear that up, right away. In fact, if you keep reading the post and checking out the pics, you might see puffy goat vaginae and exceedingly horny lesbian handmaidens, left alone on the farm so long, that they naturally held Goat Clitoris Licking contests to see who would win the BIG PRIZE. The prize would usually be a fresh, slippery tongue, cut away from an annoying old cow, the human type or animal.
That's why you don't hear much from Rosie O' Donnell these days.
One of the most thrilling and educational parts of our cruise to the five Hawaiian islands of O'ahu, Maui, Hilo, Kona, and Kaua'i was the excursion in Hilo.
In Hilo, we chose the Hawaiian Explorer excursion. We figured we could get the biggest bang for our buck because it actually included three events in one during the course of a six hour period. First, our shuttle bus driver, who had a very dry sense of humor, took us to Pana`ewa Rainforest Zoo and Botanical Gardens, America's only rainforest zoo, in fact.
While it's true you'll see over 100 varieties of palms, native and introduced plants, you'll also want to be careful not to accidentally go off the paved provided trails and fall down into a giant crack in the Earth. There are signs, all around the area, that say you shouldn't do that. They didn't say the giant cracks and holes led to Hell, exactly, but I did see Hitler, fuher of Germany's Third Reich, poke his head up from the biggest, seemingly bottomless opening, wiggling his nose a bit, while happily chewing the dismembered arm of Idi Amin.
Ol' Idi could be heard screaming, down below.
Hitler stopped, momentarily and said, "I can't wait for Mitt Romney to join our party in Hell. I've never eaten a Mormon before. I wonder if they're as tangy as Catholics." After that, he went back down into the tremendous hole, spiraling downward like a screw being driven into wood. I heard Idi scream again, seconds afterwards, shouting, "Now I got you sucka!"
Then I let go of the cool looking mushroom I had picked up and moved on.
All the passengers from the comfortable air conditioned bus were treated to scenes of all types of wild looking, beautiful flora and fauna. The trees, that had been partially eaten away and covered by hardened lava were spectacular. There were a lot of them. A guide mentioned that volcanoes had erupted in the late 1700's and the lava had risen twelve feet high in the area where the zoo is located. The lava ate away a lot of the trees and all of the plants, creating, as a result, deformed, rock-like encasing of trees and plants growing out of little lava rock mounds.
It was bizarre and fun at the zoo. It wasn't too long of a walk and there were wooden shelters you could stop, sit and rest if you wanted. But I couldn't. Being the"nature boy" that I am, I was almost manic with delight at my surroundings. I was running around like a chicken with his head cut off, (because a lot of Hawaiian people don't like chickens, as I pointed out in the first part of this series, that very idea excites them more than seeing Rosie O' Donnell's angry red clit) and taking pictures of everything while my poor wife trailed along behind me, at times, trying to keep up. I felt bad that I left her stranded, sometimes, so would hobble back to her and ask her if she was okay.
She didn't complain and let me go off like a kid in a candy shop, snapping pics of this flower or this tree or whatever. I found that I would pay for it later during the excursion.
I think she was more impressed with the animals. Although, one of the main reasons we went on this excursion, to see the White Bengal tiger, Namaste, couldn't be accomplished. The tiger was in the animal infirmary and could not be shown. He had broken his leg the week before. Even so, the staff at the zoo, made a birthday sign and put it outside the fence of the area where he would have been seen if he was uninjured. It was a let down because he was hurt and, also, because we didn't get to see him but I understood. I thought it was nice of the staff to create this sign even though Namaste the Tiger probably couldn't read it. Maybe they gave him a million dollar robotic leg for his birthday.
They had other animals and birds there, such as lemurs, parrots, Capauchin monkeys and more. Like I said in the previous post, I took somewhere between 500 to 600 pictures during the entire 8 day trip and 14 movie clips (some as long as eight and a half minutes in duration). You or really, anyone else could say I went a little overboard but I highly doubt we'll ever be able to go on another trip to Hawaii and I wanted to capture as many memories that I could. Besides, I come from a family of amateur photographers. My mom, at one time, had close to fifty photo albums. They would be filled with our trips out west to Wyoming or south to Florida or west, again, to Arizona, to name only a few, not to mention everyone's birthdays and family gatherings.
Next, our laid back shuttle bus driver, who at one point joked that if anyone could pronounce his native Hawaiian name, correctly, would win a prize, took us to the Mauna Loa Nut Factory.
This is where my wife got her revenge for me leaving her behind on the trail, at times.
On a self-guided tour, you could walk up the steps of the processing plant to see how they get the nuts prepared for public consumption. Usually, I just shave mine. But be warned: It is not for public or private consumption. I'm too ticklish for that nonsense.
Our shuttle bus driver explained, on the way there, that the workers/gatherers of the nuts had to be careful when picking a good or bad nut, proceeding to de-shell it and put them in a container that was later loaded on a truck.
We passed Macadamia nut trees and huge areas of hardened lava rock, scattered about, along the narrow road. As I pointed out before, most of the roads are partially made from hardened lava rock. If you click on the link above, you can read the story of how the Macadamia nut tree actually originated in Australia and was introduced to Hawaii in 1882.
After my wife and I quickly toured the processing plant, we made a bee line to the big gift shop.
I said, "Let's go! I hear they're giving out free samples and they have Macadamia nut and coconut flavored ice cream!"
This is where she bought out almost half the store. We bought 6 different flavored Macadamia nuts, various bags of Hawaiian coffee, souvenirs and the ice cream- that we ate at the provided tables and chairs. When we got up to the counter, I couldn't believe how much stuff we got and how much we spent. But like I was saying before, and my wife looked at me and repeated, at that point, "We should get this stuff now because when do you think we'll ever get to Hawaii again."
Ah-Ha! Revenge complete!
The highlight of the excursion for me, besides the zoo, was going to the Ahalanui Park. There, you could wade and float about in this substantially sized, natural geothermal pool that was heated to a relaxing 90 degrees F. by a nearby volcano. Heat would come out of the hardened lava walls, from holes, surrounding the pond. Most people visiting, got in. I did, despite the signs that were posted on the path going toward the pool.
One sign cautioned about it not being advisable to go into the pond if you had any cuts on your body- due to the bacteria in the water possibly infecting you. Another warned you about eels and flesh biting fish. Another sign would warn you about deep cracks at the bottom of the pool.
I couldn't care less about any of it. I was going in. I felt like I was bursting with enthusiasm, eager for adventure. To hell with any danger!
I slowly made my way into the pond. There was only one metal handrail and a few lava rock stones you could use for steps at the entrance of it. Or you could just jump in, cannonball style and let the bacteria, eels and tiny skin-biting fish have a go at you, all at once. What fun!
There was an older guy, there, in his late sixties. His name was Nova (like the show on the PBS station). He stayed kinda close, at times, toward the entrance. He was funny, always cracking jokes and he made friends with me, and eventually, my wife, who joined me later and discovered I wasn't being killed devoured, felt welcome and he sort of escorted us around.
We were surprised to find out Nova was from the original state where we lived. He had lived in Hawaii the last twenty years. I think he gave us preferential treatment because we were from his home state. He guided us to the ledge of the wall where we could feel the heat coming from the hardened lava walls and it's many holes. The tiny flesh biting fish were only an inch long and when they nibbled on ONLY your dead skin (mostly your heels), they sort of tickled you. They didn't pose a danger and I've heard of spas in Japan using fish like this or these exact same fish to act as a natural exfoliant to remove dead skin cells. In other words, they didn't matter to me or my wife. Nova said if they started to tickle you too much, to just wave your arms around you and they would swim away for awhile before coming back to gently feed off of you. :)
By the way, nobody saw any eels and Nova said that out of all the times he had visited the big geothermal pool, he had only seen a few of them but they didn't bother him or anyone else he knew about. Maybe they were afraid of his beard.
On the other end of the pool, you could see the ocean, quite visibly. There was a boundary of lava rock wall, separating the ocean and the pond. I took several pictures along this area.
After the Hilo island excursion, we were slightly exhausted by the time we made it back to our ship. It was a long, rewarding day. We rested a bit before eating a meal at the Aloha Cafe, on board the cruise ship. You could eat, almost non-stop, at the buffet, if that were your desire. You could eat until you bloat yourself to whale sized proportions if that's how you got your kicks. Some people, I noticed, did that.
I was satisfied with usually eating just four meals a day and a couple of snacks you would take from the buffet back to your cabin. lol. Again, some folks like us, would take entire platefuls of cookies and fruit or whatever you had an appetite for, to munch on before going to bed or to eat with taking your medication.
That's how we did it, anyway.
Here's a few shots of the outside of the decks of the cruise ship:
That's all for now, folks. Hope you're enjoying the tours, thus far.
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| The Pride of America cruisehip |
And no, the last part of the title to this post should not be read as "nuts and dick shots." I just want to clear that up, right away. In fact, if you keep reading the post and checking out the pics, you might see puffy goat vaginae and exceedingly horny lesbian handmaidens, left alone on the farm so long, that they naturally held Goat Clitoris Licking contests to see who would win the BIG PRIZE. The prize would usually be a fresh, slippery tongue, cut away from an annoying old cow, the human type or animal.
That's why you don't hear much from Rosie O' Donnell these days.
One of the most thrilling and educational parts of our cruise to the five Hawaiian islands of O'ahu, Maui, Hilo, Kona, and Kaua'i was the excursion in Hilo.
In Hilo, we chose the Hawaiian Explorer excursion. We figured we could get the biggest bang for our buck because it actually included three events in one during the course of a six hour period. First, our shuttle bus driver, who had a very dry sense of humor, took us to Pana`ewa Rainforest Zoo and Botanical Gardens, America's only rainforest zoo, in fact.
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| Trees at the Botanical Gardens, mostly destroyed by lava and encased in lava rock. And you thought the fucked up tree on the right was a Rock Giant's dick? What the hell have you been smokin'? |
While it's true you'll see over 100 varieties of palms, native and introduced plants, you'll also want to be careful not to accidentally go off the paved provided trails and fall down into a giant crack in the Earth. There are signs, all around the area, that say you shouldn't do that. They didn't say the giant cracks and holes led to Hell, exactly, but I did see Hitler, fuher of Germany's Third Reich, poke his head up from the biggest, seemingly bottomless opening, wiggling his nose a bit, while happily chewing the dismembered arm of Idi Amin.
Ol' Idi could be heard screaming, down below.
Hitler stopped, momentarily and said, "I can't wait for Mitt Romney to join our party in Hell. I've never eaten a Mormon before. I wonder if they're as tangy as Catholics." After that, he went back down into the tremendous hole, spiraling downward like a screw being driven into wood. I heard Idi scream again, seconds afterwards, shouting, "Now I got you sucka!"
Then I let go of the cool looking mushroom I had picked up and moved on.
All the passengers from the comfortable air conditioned bus were treated to scenes of all types of wild looking, beautiful flora and fauna. The trees, that had been partially eaten away and covered by hardened lava were spectacular. There were a lot of them. A guide mentioned that volcanoes had erupted in the late 1700's and the lava had risen twelve feet high in the area where the zoo is located. The lava ate away a lot of the trees and all of the plants, creating, as a result, deformed, rock-like encasing of trees and plants growing out of little lava rock mounds.
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| Don't fall into a crack in the earth! You'll go to hell, get eaten by Hitler and strapped to a chair where you'll continuously view movies of Rosie O' Donnell licking a goat's clit. Where they got those movies is a true mystery. If you solve it, you may win the BIG PRIZE! |
It was bizarre and fun at the zoo. It wasn't too long of a walk and there were wooden shelters you could stop, sit and rest if you wanted. But I couldn't. Being the"nature boy" that I am, I was almost manic with delight at my surroundings. I was running around like a chicken with his head cut off, (because a lot of Hawaiian people don't like chickens, as I pointed out in the first part of this series, that very idea excites them more than seeing Rosie O' Donnell's angry red clit) and taking pictures of everything while my poor wife trailed along behind me, at times, trying to keep up. I felt bad that I left her stranded, sometimes, so would hobble back to her and ask her if she was okay.
She didn't complain and let me go off like a kid in a candy shop, snapping pics of this flower or this tree or whatever. I found that I would pay for it later during the excursion.
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| Do you like my groovy outfit? Great combination of tops and bottoms, eh? I can't explain the shirt but I was wearing the swim trunks because I knew we were going to go swimming and wading into a large pond that was heated up by a nearby volcano, later, during the excursion. |
I think she was more impressed with the animals. Although, one of the main reasons we went on this excursion, to see the White Bengal tiger, Namaste, couldn't be accomplished. The tiger was in the animal infirmary and could not be shown. He had broken his leg the week before. Even so, the staff at the zoo, made a birthday sign and put it outside the fence of the area where he would have been seen if he was uninjured. It was a let down because he was hurt and, also, because we didn't get to see him but I understood. I thought it was nice of the staff to create this sign even though Namaste the Tiger probably couldn't read it. Maybe they gave him a million dollar robotic leg for his birthday.
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| A lot of people, wishing Namaste well and so forth, signed this. I'm not sure but I think all the red that you see below the tiger's neck is actually the blood of one of the zookeepers. Happy birthday, Namaste! |
Next, our laid back shuttle bus driver, who at one point joked that if anyone could pronounce his native Hawaiian name, correctly, would win a prize, took us to the Mauna Loa Nut Factory.
This is where my wife got her revenge for me leaving her behind on the trail, at times.
On a self-guided tour, you could walk up the steps of the processing plant to see how they get the nuts prepared for public consumption. Usually, I just shave mine. But be warned: It is not for public or private consumption. I'm too ticklish for that nonsense.
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| We left some product for the rest of the passengers on the shuttle bus to purchase and enjoy. Yes, we both wore tie dye shirts that day. Call us nuts if you want. |
Our shuttle bus driver explained, on the way there, that the workers/gatherers of the nuts had to be careful when picking a good or bad nut, proceeding to de-shell it and put them in a container that was later loaded on a truck.
We passed Macadamia nut trees and huge areas of hardened lava rock, scattered about, along the narrow road. As I pointed out before, most of the roads are partially made from hardened lava rock. If you click on the link above, you can read the story of how the Macadamia nut tree actually originated in Australia and was introduced to Hawaii in 1882.
After my wife and I quickly toured the processing plant, we made a bee line to the big gift shop.
I said, "Let's go! I hear they're giving out free samples and they have Macadamia nut and coconut flavored ice cream!"
This is where she bought out almost half the store. We bought 6 different flavored Macadamia nuts, various bags of Hawaiian coffee, souvenirs and the ice cream- that we ate at the provided tables and chairs. When we got up to the counter, I couldn't believe how much stuff we got and how much we spent. But like I was saying before, and my wife looked at me and repeated, at that point, "We should get this stuff now because when do you think we'll ever get to Hawaii again."
Ah-Ha! Revenge complete!
The highlight of the excursion for me, besides the zoo, was going to the Ahalanui Park. There, you could wade and float about in this substantially sized, natural geothermal pool that was heated to a relaxing 90 degrees F. by a nearby volcano. Heat would come out of the hardened lava walls, from holes, surrounding the pond. Most people visiting, got in. I did, despite the signs that were posted on the path going toward the pool.
One sign cautioned about it not being advisable to go into the pond if you had any cuts on your body- due to the bacteria in the water possibly infecting you. Another warned you about eels and flesh biting fish. Another sign would warn you about deep cracks at the bottom of the pool.
I couldn't care less about any of it. I was going in. I felt like I was bursting with enthusiasm, eager for adventure. To hell with any danger!
I slowly made my way into the pond. There was only one metal handrail and a few lava rock stones you could use for steps at the entrance of it. Or you could just jump in, cannonball style and let the bacteria, eels and tiny skin-biting fish have a go at you, all at once. What fun!
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| The water was clear, warm and inviting. |
We were surprised to find out Nova was from the original state where we lived. He had lived in Hawaii the last twenty years. I think he gave us preferential treatment because we were from his home state. He guided us to the ledge of the wall where we could feel the heat coming from the hardened lava walls and it's many holes. The tiny flesh biting fish were only an inch long and when they nibbled on ONLY your dead skin (mostly your heels), they sort of tickled you. They didn't pose a danger and I've heard of spas in Japan using fish like this or these exact same fish to act as a natural exfoliant to remove dead skin cells. In other words, they didn't matter to me or my wife. Nova said if they started to tickle you too much, to just wave your arms around you and they would swim away for awhile before coming back to gently feed off of you. :)
By the way, nobody saw any eels and Nova said that out of all the times he had visited the big geothermal pool, he had only seen a few of them but they didn't bother him or anyone else he knew about. Maybe they were afraid of his beard.
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| This is Nova, an unofficial, friendly greeter of the geothermal pool we experienced. I liked this guy. He was humorous, informative and helped me go around this boulder in the pool without breaking open my knee cap on it, tearing open my flesh and possibly exposing myself to some kind of bacteria. He had that old hippie look to him and he was one of the nicest guys I've ever met. |
After the Hilo island excursion, we were slightly exhausted by the time we made it back to our ship. It was a long, rewarding day. We rested a bit before eating a meal at the Aloha Cafe, on board the cruise ship. You could eat, almost non-stop, at the buffet, if that were your desire. You could eat until you bloat yourself to whale sized proportions if that's how you got your kicks. Some people, I noticed, did that.
I was satisfied with usually eating just four meals a day and a couple of snacks you would take from the buffet back to your cabin. lol. Again, some folks like us, would take entire platefuls of cookies and fruit or whatever you had an appetite for, to munch on before going to bed or to eat with taking your medication.
That's how we did it, anyway.
Here's a few shots of the outside of the decks of the cruise ship:
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| Do you see the rainbow? It's not because of the magical mushroom you may or may not have taken, I can assure you. I loved this shot. |
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| The guy standing in front of the gigantic chess board and pieces might be thinking he's hallucinating. I'm not going to tell him differently. |
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| The pool area, at night. I was peepin' in at a couple at one of the hot tubs. :) |
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