First Impressions of the Big Island
Since I arrived after dark, and woke up at 5am, I didn’t even see the place until I have been here for hours and hours. But the first thing you see is the airport, right?
On the first business trip I ever took, I was having dinner with my boss, Ron, and a vendor named Robert. Ron and Robert had a deal whenever they travelled together – Ron’s job was to find the best place to eat and Robert’s expense account paid for it. So we were having a nice meal and got to talking about how we judge cities. Ron, of course, judges them by the food. Robert judges them by the view from his hotel window. I said that I judge them by the airport. And really, that is still true.
Kona airport’s terminal – as in the place where you sit and read a book and wait for your plane – is open air. As in pretty much outdoors. My mother neglected to mention this.
Driving up from the airport on the dark, dark road, I had just convinced myself that there was no danger of hitting a deer when I saw a sign that said “Donkeys Crossing”. So I thought, “Did that sign just say donkeys crossing?” When I saw another caution sign with a picture that looked like a donkey.
It is pretty in a less-beachy-more-organic sort of way, which I like. The “organic” being volcanic rock. This is outside my window:
And this is the ocean view of the “ocean view room”:
Here are my vacation goals:
Eat papaya every single day. At every meal if it can be arranged.
Do not check the work e-mail more than once a day.
Don’t spend too damn much money.
I am definitely going to head toward the volcano sometime this week, and will consider some whale-watching something. But omg, the sun is finally up and now I am just going outside.