After breakfast in the room and relaxing at the beach for a while,
we decide to take an exploratory drive north to see the sights. The hotel had printed out a guided drive for us to use to go sightseeing north of the hotel. It was a fun day...
Doesn't this look like something outta Star Trek?
We found the Nakalele Blowhole:
Right before the water came up
Water coming through the blow hole
Then we found the Olivine Pools which are natural lava swimming pools.
Our next stop was to be for "the 'best' banana bread on the island!" Noelle was pretty excited about this bread so off we went. It wasn't long before we found ourselves on a very narrow one-lane road hugging a winding mountain side with a sheer drop down and no guard rail. There were only a few turn-outs that were the width of half a car for the entire length of the road that we could see. There was no place to turn around for a least a few miles. We were horrified and befuddled. We had no idea how we had suddenly found ourselves in this predicament. Neither of us remembered seeing any warning signs. The map we were following simply said "narrow roads." There was absolutely no sign that said "Enter and Die." About two ghastly miles later, we came upon a large turn out in which we promptly gave up on the banana bread and turned around. Unfortunately, this meant retracing our steps back to the safe roads. As luck would have it, we made most of those miles out and back without encountering any cars going in the opposite direction. But our luck did run out at the very end of the experience when we came upon 3 cars in a row. We were on the cliff-drop side of the road; they were on the much preferred mountain side. As we sat at a stand-still in the face-off wondering who the lucky one would be to back up (panic rising in Noelle) the first of the 3 cars began to back up and on-to the mountain as much as they could leaving JUST enough room for us to eek by - and we do mean JUST enough room; we were inches from that cliff. Noelle closed her eyes and covered them with her hands (Eric was driving) and prepared to die in a firey crash aside her new husband.
In the retelling of this story from Eric's perspective, it wasn't that bad. But Noelle disagrees wholeheartedly and to this day maintain that we nearly died on our honeymoon.
That night we had dinner at the chef's counter at the Hula Grill in Whaler's Village. It was fun; we got to watch the cooks do a very intricate dance around each other as they worked together to prepare at least 1/2 the large, up-scale, very busy restaurant's dinners.
More Pina Coladas, Mai Tais, some appetizers, our main courses, and individual desserts later, we uncomfortably made our way back to our room via the complimentary hotel shuttle that moved us about town so we could drink with dinner. It is about this time we started to wonder if one could even get drunk on Maui. We weren't sure if it was because they were putting the equivalent of 1 oz of rum in each of our drinks, the sheer quantity of food we were consuming with the drinks, or the island itself. We suspect it's the combination of all three.
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