Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Little Beach Sunday

Every Sunday evening you can find tons of people crowding Little Beach. After you park you car on the street, You can follow the signs for Big Beach, walk across the beach and up the trail at the end of the beach, or you can follow the horde headed that way. All types of people gather together to celebrate ALOHA. Everyone does it their way: dancing, swimming in the ocean, spear hunting, smoking pot, eating mushrooms, or getting naked. There was a young boy walking around with blue paint on his hands, and if you tell him where he'll put a hand print on you. Curtis got one on his face and I got one just below my throat on my chest. The beach is always packed.
We made friends with a few people while we were there. One guy was spear fishing. Another guy was the father of the young painter. Turns out that little guy was spitting fire later. Another guy was just getting ready to move to Switzerland for school.
There were people tossing off their clothes and jumping in the ocean.
The real action, though, started as the sun began to sink below the horizon. When that sun left, the crowd went wild. Not like the saying. They really went wild. Hooting and hollering, pulling off clothes, and the people doing light shows all began lighting their objects on fire. Swords, nunchucks, and preparing bottles containing alcohol for fire breathing. It was quite a spectacle.
While we were all mesmerized, a man away from the crowd lit a propane fueled tube on fire, causing a huge fire ball. I could feel the heat from across the beach.
We made friends with the spear hunter, Joe, and the Switzerland student, Jordan, who were camping on the beach, drinking Fireball and waiting for their fire to get warm enough to cook the bright orange fish that Joe had caught. We joked and laughed and enjoyed their company.
Curtis and I stayed until the night began to turn into the wee hours of morning.


On the walk back up the trail, we noticed many cockroaches. We are fortunate enough to have only come across two in the house we live in. That so far has been the worst thing about this island.

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