We finally figured out the bus routes and spent our days off in Kailua-Kona this weekend. Found a restaurant called Bubba Gump Shrimp or something-or-other. Apparently it's a restaurant based on the movie. Pretty decent pina coladas. Pretty cheesy idea for an eatery.
We went to the beach, which was made mostly of lava rock, and watched a crazy lady drinking coffee and talking to the ocean. Wondered how a crazy lady goes about ordering a coffee at Starbucks.
We got lots of tasty beers at Kona Brewing Co. They have a Hefeweizen that has a banana flavor ... Shizam!
Our last night we found the divey-est karaoke bar, where old people who were drunk by 8:00 PM sang traditional Hawaiian songs. And one out-of-towner butchered Bon Jovi songs (if that's even possible). There we met an old toothless man named Terry who kept writing us notes and predicting our futures, which was really creepy and very uncanny. We think he may be a ghost and our guardian angel. He wrote us out directions to this one beach that's supposed to be completely secluded and beautiful. "Whatever you do, make sure you take a camera," he insisted. He kept insisting this.
Back to farm work and watching fuzzy television and drinking beers and walking one mile to the Mexican restaurant and being in bed by 11:00 PM ...
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