Since it seems more or less like the VeloNews.com setup, I thought I’d test-drive the free-version WordPress gallery tool with a few more shots from our Big Island getaway. Click a thumbnail and you get a larger photo with caption, plus the ability to navigate fore and aft throughout the gallery.
So in case you feel the need for a getaway from whatever’s crawling up your butt — airstrikes in Libya, dope fiends on bicycles or eejits in DeeCee — pull on your grass skirt, add a coconut brassiere and prepare to get lei’d.
Punalu’u is a black-sand beach on the southeast side of the island. We met a dingbat with a six-pack of puppies who told us that the tsunami was the government’s attempt to take our minds off 911.
Ho’okena Bay is the closest beach to our rental house. It was a tad misty post-tsunami; we went back a few days later and saw a huge pod of porpoises.
Your Humble Narrator at Pu’uhonua O Honaunau (“Place of Refuge”), mentioned in Hunter S. Thompson’s “The Curse of Lono.”
A long shot of the lava, beach and palms at Place of Refuge.
Big water and little water available at Ho’okena beach.
Herself livin’ large at Punalu’u.
Herself peeks over a fence en route to the volcano for a glimpse of the ocean.
Allegedly the southernmost point in the United States. Suck it, Texas. Stoners were leaping off its cliffs into the sea the day after the tsunami.
One of the many stellar sunsets we saw from the lanai at our rental house in Captain Cook.
I had Herself send this to various friends and relatives who heard about the tsunami and didn’t realize that we were 1,500 feet above sea level.
I don’t even want to think what you have to pay to get this view from the Sheraton. We got it for free, if you don’t count the pricey shiatsu massage.
Thank you for smoking … instead of blowing up. We got up close and personal with Kilauea a few days after Pele got cranky, walking from the steam vents to the museum and back.
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