I finished biking yesterday, arriving back where I started from: a hostel in Captain Cook. True to their word, they had kept the cardboard box that I needed to ship the bike home.
Flying: I detest flying. And my return to the mainland didn’t change my mind. The Internet at the Kona airport “went down” (meaning that someone didn’t do their job!) and the flight information had to be transferred by radio – an apparently archaic method that takes much, much longer – 90 minutes to be exact. The airline tried to make it up to me by not charging me for my in-flight beer.
Being a savvy shopper, I bought a 5″ pepperoni pizza at the airport “restaurant” (which was really two vending machines, a surly lady selling $3.50 coffee, and a half dozen items that they could toss in their microwave). I figured I could have something edible for less than the $10 fruit cup that is available in-flight. Two hours into the flight I ripped the aluminum foil from my pizza and…it was a piece of bread, some tomato sauce, and a slice of American cheese – with not a single piece of pepperoni! I had been hoodwinked! At least the beer was good (Kona Brewing Co. – take the tour, enjoy the samples).
People frequently ask how many miles I pedaled during my trip. I don’t keep track; probably between 300-400 miles; certainly not more. My riding is more about meeting interesting people and seeing the island than seeing how much asphalt I can cover. And I will say this again, there is no better way to see America (or the world) than at 12 mph (actually I saw a lot of the island at speeds much slower than this!)
I want to thank the many wonderful hosts that I met along the way: Shanon, Ronja, Jack, Yvonne, Laura, Paul, Rico, and Dana. They willingly gave me a place to sleep, showed me around, feed me, did my laundry, pointed me toward interesting places, as well as shared their interests and a few days of their lives with me.
People are what interest me and I met many who had interesting stories to share – of which a few made it into my blog – but all of them made it into my memory.
And speaking of people, I want to especially thank my wife, Shirley, who allows me to ride where I want and when I want. She is a very supportive lady and she is also the lure that brings me back home
Until next time, aloha…