Greetings from Hawaii (just to continue the theme)→[More:] Embarassingly enough I am bored and lonely.

It turns out the Hilo side of the island is NOT the place for surfing. I have new appreciation for my NorCal beaches. They may be rough and freezing but at least they're roomy and covered with sand instead of lava rock. The lava rock doesn't phase the natives but scares the bejeezus out of me.

My travelling companions are here for hula and learning Hawaiian language and would like very very much to be mistaken for Hawaiian natives, which is an attitude that's always confused me. I think people are plenty exotic whereever they're from so why fake it? However, it's making more sense because they get talked to (as non-whites) and I do not, (as a blonde-for-now haole).

So. So far Hawaii is not for me. I miss my ocean and forest and land-faring animals that are bigger than a mongoose.

Not to mention hamburgers and fast-tempo music.

Though I heard a Hawaiian remake of 7 Spanish Angels that made my day, and the call in radio seems to be passive aggressively complaining about other people. I actually like it- it cracks me up plus I think it's probably effective. I can't write the accent- you have to just imagine it.

Example: "Hey my friend! I just wanted to tell people... they should practice aloha and LET PEOPLE MERGE in at the Huale'e'a'le junction! (I just made that street up) You know? I know! Is frustrating to drive! Frustrating and people get angry! But its only few minute is all..."

Radio announcer: "You are so right my friend! I will get the word out there! Maholo for calling my friend!" "So all you people out there- keep the old way and let your neighbors in the road! OK?" etc etc

OK enough for now.

It's beautiful and you can eat the mangoes that fall on the road. And I am on an island with a live volcano. That doesn't speak well of my sense of self-preservation.