OK, we’re on the road to Hana again. More views of the lush vegetation and incredibly blue Pacific. . . .
I don’t know the name of this plant, but they were all over:
After driving and sightseeing for two hours, we stopped at this place:
See the little purple flowers peeking out from the plants at the base of the sign? Here’s a close-up of one of them. We thought the blossom at the end was so cool. . . .
Banana trees were growing all over the place.
It’s no surprise that Uncle Harry’s sells the best banana bread. It was wonderful.
I couldn’t get over all the plants and how blue the Pacific was:
We followed this red jeep most of the way.
I messed up the numbers–no need to put someone’s license plate all over the Internet.
My friends and I decided to call it quits after four hours. We felt like we’d seen a lot and the drive was just getting tedious. Plus one of us was in the back seat and I couldn’t subject her to more of the same. She was such a good sport!
When we visited a little town called Paia later on, I found this tile and had to get it:
Someone later told us the secret is to reserve a room in Hana, drive there and spend the night so you don’t have to do the entire trip in one day. Good advice, that.
Surprising random facts: Charles Lindbergh made his last flight from a New York hospital to Hana, Maui, to spend his remaining days with his family. He is buried in Kipahulu, about 45 minutes past Hana. If you’re thinking of doing that drive, be warned that most rental cars aren’t allowed to go beyond Hana.
I had good news when I returned from Hawaii: Getty sold a couple of my prints and requested 30 more photos.