After one last farewell to the Hawaiian Temple, we headed to the airport to fly to Maui.
We also had time to stop at beautiful Pali Lookout. This is where I really learned to appreciate the clouds in Hawaii. No matter where we were on the islands, the clouds were always spectacular.




Curt thoroughly enjoyed the flight to Maui. He was snapping pictures and enjoying the view. Before we took off, I briefly thought about taking a motion sickness pill. However, it's only a half hour flight, I've been on small planes before and been fine, and the day was clear. And I could get a Coke on the plane--always good for motion-sickness. No problem, right? WRONG! While Curt was happily enjoying the scenery I progressively got sicker and sicker. The first half was fine, but towards the end, right before the landing, I was gripping the sides of my seat with cold clammy hands and telling myself that I COULD hold on for only 15 more minutes and I WOULD NOT be tossing my cookies on this plane no matter what. As for the Coke? They only offered juice and water. Juice sounded gross and water was barely acceptable.
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| Honolulu - Waikiki Beach |
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| SE Oahu |
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| Leaving Oahu |
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| Molokai Island |
I sensed Curt looking over at me to point out some interesting bit of scenery, seeing my pale sickly face, thinking better of it, and turning away. Once the plane landed, I staggered out in search of a diet Coke. I was in a half daze and barely noticed that Curt wasn't even with me. I waited for him and he made the comment that at least we wouldn't be wasting our money on any expensive helicopter rides because obviously I wouldn't like it. True. Motion sickness as a cost saving measure. Who knew?
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South Maui - Hwy to Lahaina
Note from Curt: On the flight over it was interesting to note the dry almost desert-like conditions on the south side of the islands while the north sides were always green, lush and tropical.
Note from Sydna: I didn't care. |
I kept staggering in search of Coke. We briefly paused at Burger King only to discover the lines were on island time. After 10 minutes of sitting while Curt waited in a nonmoving line, we decided to continue on to baggage claim where my bag quickly appeared. In the far corner of baggage claim was a bright red machine. Success! At $3 a bottle it was the first machine I'd seen that takes credit cards. (Best $3 I ever spent!) After a few gulps of liquid life, I noticed that Curt was still at baggage claim looking increasingly frustrated.
Now you should know that we almost never check our bags; we always try to travel carry-on. First and foremost, because we believe that a vacation spent lugging around 50-70 pounds of belongings is not a vacation, but work. We prefer to travel light and carefree. Secondly, Curt has always believed that any luggage he checks will immediately be lost. That prediction was apparently coming true at this point. The island hopper plane was small enough that even our normal carry-on baggage had to be checked. But seriously, all they had to do was get it on the plane for a 30 minute flight. From the point we checked in the bags to where the plane was parked was only a matter of several hundred yards. Not difficult you'd think.
After watching the empty carousel go around and hoping Curt's bag would somehow appear, we left to find an employee. We met a couple from England on a 3 week honeymoon in the United States who where also missing their bags--all 3 of them. Since Curt's bag only had our shoes and snorkeling gear, we weren't in too bad of shape. I felt worse for the other couple. About this time, Curt informed me that he had put most of our cash into the missing bag and forgot to take it out before checking it in. Great, this trip was about to get even more expensive than planned. We were told that maybe our bags were on the next flight, so we hung out to wait and passed the time using our phones to search for the nearest Walmart where we could find some cheap replacement shoes. I didn't have much hope of seeing our belongings and especially the cash again. But good news! The next flight came in, our bag (and the English couple's bags) were on board, the cash was there, and life was good again!
We stayed at the Plantation Inn in the quaint town of Lahaina. The Plantation was our own little piece of paradise. Nothing too fancy, but clean and air-conditioned. I thought we might miss not being on the beach, but we loved it and would stay here again if we ever go back. I could live here.

The porch looked over the beautiful pool. We thought we'd never use the pool. Isn't the point of going to Hawaii to swim in the ocean and sit on the beach? Who needs a pool? Turns out it was one of the best parts of the bed and breakfast. The water was the perfect temperature and it was never crowded. All of the rooms fit only two people, so no loud family pool parties. After swimming in salt water a little fresh water was, well, refreshing!
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| Relaxing Pool - 12 ft deep |
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| Kaanapali Beach - Maui |
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| Kaanapali Beach |
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| Maui Sunset |
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| Maui Beach |
Everyday in Hawaii ends in beautiful sunsets. At least every day we were there. What's not to love?!