We saw hunting grounds as we turned another corner. What in the world would they hunt here? Goats. Wild, feral goats. I imagined them standing on two feet and kicking at you.
Zoom on.
The road was getting more and more narrow and the sea was more turbulent. Finally we hit the back side of Maui and dipped into a little village. It was literally 10 houses set in the side of the cliff side. It was about 9 in the morning. Road side stands offering banana bread and "shave" ice were not open yet, but little boys were up and playing in the road. If you could call what we were driving on a real road.
Later I would find out that we were not to drive on the "dotted lined" roads as they were not deemed safe for tourists and rental cars. They have not met my hubs. The amazing driver.
We passed one or two more island villages and I was amazed at the ingenuity of building in such a confined space. They lived so much more simply that any of us do with such little space. I think most of the village homes didn't have electricity or running water.
After the villages, we started passing larger homes with horse farms, cows, and pigs. And then at one corner, I MADE Scott stop for a Happy Birthday... Throw-upping. Yep, TMI. good thing it was just water.
He laughed, I laughed and we sped on. Man, the sickness I fought around every corner was finally gone. And I was now hungry. We passed a few homes for sale. Horses, or writers lived at those places. Fun, and so not tropical. Very grasslands.
