The killing season
Kona, Hawaii
Friday, November 30, 2007
Aside from the 3:30 wake up this morning it’s brilliant to finally be an occupier of the land. The place is warm ‘n sunny and the mountain couldn’t look taller. Of course with the cloud coverage of today you can see little but the trunk of it, which makes the magnitude ever more daunting. Here on the side of Kona, the vegetation is rather sparse, and if my opinion is of any worth… the place blows. It’s initially flat before hitting the mountain and absolutely infested with a parasitic brand of tourists- the kind that prefer to give suffrage to the innumerable visitor catches. Not to mention that walking doesn’t come easily to the lot of ‘em. They make me ill, and infinitely at odds with the crowds of the aforesaid. No wonder the locals feel like they’re being oppressed or something. Nevertheless, there are some locals around who’re liv’n the high life and biding they’re time… not to say it’s Boulder or anything though… nor is it Washington... and you probably wonder why. & I’ll tell you, it’s not cold & the season doesn’t call for an increase in suicides. I’ll be making my way to the other side of the island in about 2.5 hours via Island Air… a trendy local brand that brings out the mahalo and aloha in everyone. What’s strange is that the flight across the island costs less than a 20 minute taxi ride. Explain to me how that can be… it must be subsidized by the state or something.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Aside from the 3:30 wake up this morning it’s brilliant to finally be an occupier of the land. The place is warm ‘n sunny and the mountain couldn’t look taller. Of course with the cloud coverage of today you can see little but the trunk of it, which makes the magnitude ever more daunting. Here on the side of Kona, the vegetation is rather sparse, and if my opinion is of any worth… the place blows. It’s initially flat before hitting the mountain and absolutely infested with a parasitic brand of tourists- the kind that prefer to give suffrage to the innumerable visitor catches. Not to mention that walking doesn’t come easily to the lot of ‘em. They make me ill, and infinitely at odds with the crowds of the aforesaid. No wonder the locals feel like they’re being oppressed or something. Nevertheless, there are some locals around who’re liv’n the high life and biding they’re time… not to say it’s Boulder or anything though… nor is it Washington... and you probably wonder why. & I’ll tell you, it’s not cold & the season doesn’t call for an increase in suicides. I’ll be making my way to the other side of the island in about 2.5 hours via Island Air… a trendy local brand that brings out the mahalo and aloha in everyone. What’s strange is that the flight across the island costs less than a 20 minute taxi ride. Explain to me how that can be… it must be subsidized by the state or something.
posted by Tom Peterson @ 3:39 PM
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