This is another long post . . . feel free to just peruse the photos, skim, or totally ignore . . . as if you, dear readers, need my permission.
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These photos were taken last Friday. We were then living under Darby’s threat of weatherly violence (the ranger at the park warned us to listen for the evacuation siren if things got dicey). As we all know now, no diceness occurred.
The narrative starts at Kealakekua Bay. The link will take you to the Wikipedia page for the bay and a corresponding history of said bay. Here are a few panoramas of the bay . . .
The bay is in an area of the Big Island known as Captain Cook . . . because, I presume, this is where Europeans first made landfall on the Hawai’ian islands (disputed by some) and where Captain Cook was killed in an altercation over a rowboat. Nearly simultaneous events when looked at through the lens of history.
Here’s a map of Hawai’i (the Big Island of Hawai’i, not the state).
Anyway, this bay is very popular with tourists. During our stay at Casa de Emdeko, many of the boats I photographed were either on their way to or returning from this bay.
Many of them stop along the way to let tourists swim with dolphins that are also on their way to this very bay (it’s sheltered and apparently a good place for baby dolphins).
Do you see it? There, across the bay . . . Captain Cook’s Monument.
It’s accessible by boat or by a 1.82 miles trail which we will eventually walk. These days it’s just a bit too hot and humid.
For them experiencing déjà vu, don’t worry; it’s not agent Smith rebooting the Matrix . . . it’s likely because you are a long-time reader and THIS.
Also, note the overcast sky. Since it was mid-day, I did not mind much (it was still hot, but not as hot as if the sun was beating down on us. Also, the clouds muted what would have been harsh shadows and overly-bright spots in the photographs.
We only stayed at this pot for a little while as there isn’t much to see. Most of our time there was spent talking to other visitors to the islands. Our next destination was Puʻuhonua o Honaunau, a short drive along the coast from the bay. Here are a couple links about what most people refer to as the Place of Refuge (LINK and LINK). There are other links that give the history of the place. For instance, the National Parks site.
The area actually comprises two things . . . one is the traditional residence for many of Hawai’i’s past powerful chiefs and the other is the actual refuge. The refuge is behind a great wall (pictures later). Anyone who broke/violated any of the many Kapu could try and make it to the refuge. I heard different accounts, but the one I heard most often had people swimming across the bay while pursued by warriors. If they made it across to the refuge, the priest was, by law, obliged to “wash away” the transgressions and the people could then rejoin the population, absolved of their transgressions. I don’t know why people would not be able to come to the refuge via land. Perhaps all land access paths were heavily guarded.
As I mentioned before, it seems as if any strong swimmer could get away with anything . . . perhaps I’m reading it wrong.
That is a half-scale reproduction of the Hale O Keawe heiau, a temple where the bones of various chiefs were buried and said to contribute to the power of the protection of the refuge because of the mana they provided.
Notice one more thing . . . there are two version of the photos; as shot and a B&W version. I’ll be doing more of this in the post. If you don’t like B&W photos, don’t look at them. If you love them, by all mean feast your eyes.
Here are a few more views of this reconstruction . . .
This next shot shows the small inlet that served as the landing for the royal canoes. In the back you can see the Great Wall separating the Royal Grounds from the Refuge proper.
This next shot shows the aerial roots of the Hala tree, a tree very important to Hawai’ians as they used almost all the parts of the tree. I call it the Engineer Tree because it appears it puts in there bracing struts and that seems very sensible to my engineer mind.
Side note: some will note that I write Hawai’i and not Hawaii. I’m using an apostrophe between the two “i” but I should be using a single left quotation mark (but not like the one for this font; rather, it should look like a small “6”). It should look like this:
Now, I also write Hawai’ian. There are conflicting direction out there as some say the proper written version is Hawaiian, other say it’s Hawai’ian, and still others say either are acceptable. Regardless, the symbol between the two “i’s” represents a guttural stop and it’s considered one of the letters of the Hawaiian language. It’s called an ‘Okina.
Anyway, I will continue to write Hawai’ian as opposed to Hawaiian because it makes more sense to me and because there is plausible data that it’s acceptable and perhaps even preferred. I’ll be doing more research on it and report back.
This next photo shows a recreation of the game Konane. Looking something like checkers but more complicated, individual games sometimes lasted all day. Idiot missionaries tried to abolish all play, so the game went into decline after their arrival. Luckily, it has survived to today.
These next few photos show why this was a popular place for the ruling chiefs . . .
It’s peaceful here, and beautiful. Just like today, the rich and powerful always claim the best real estate for themselves and strive to keep “commoners” from having the same.
The trees have interesting textures. I could not figure out if these pocks were done by insects or if they’re damage from the sand/rocks when the water is driven inland. I suppose I should ask.
Anyway, this is the wall separating the royal grounds from the refuge . . .
The wall is ten feet high and 17 feet thick. The stones are packed tightly and the builders did not use any mortar. This wall has withstood the elements since 1550 . . . although, they also say it has been stabilized and repaired. I don’t think both those statements can be true, but there you go.
These figures served to guard another temple that was here (recreated at the site) and housed more bones of chiefs.
Tourists now pose with these silent sentinels but there was a time when just being near them would mean almost instant death . . . at the hand of actual sentinels.
These next ones guard the recreated temple . . . man, I’d hate to be relegated to futile and useless guard duty for eternity.
Before making my way to the other side of the wall, I walked on the lava. The shapes and patterns fascinate me. The Hawai’ians have different words for lava depending on its behavior and how it looks. HERE.
These will be pairs of photos, each pair consisting of the photo as shot accompanied by the photo in one of the B&W treatments I like.
Some of these lava shots resemble photographs of pachidermian epidermis. Go Figure.
Mark Twain wrote about this very stone when reporting from the Sandwich Islands. Two thoughts . . . I walked in the footsteps of Mark Twain (it would be great if I can match his strides) and, man, that was one sweet gig. I would not mind landing something similar, I tell you.
These next shots are of the Great Wall itself . . . amazing.
Another stone from the path inside the refuge.
Like in many places on the island, grasses are the first to reclaim the ground usurped by the lava flows.
Here’s a view from the refuge toward the sea (not visible in the shot).
. . . for the pattern . . .
There are a number of fish ponds on the site, but they contain only small fish.
I don’t remember the name of the leaves, but they were dried and then braided into ropes. I think they also made fishing nets from them, but don’t quote me on that.
Last time we were here this next structure housed a couple recreating island life. This time, it was empty.
I’m looking forward to the outrigger canoe races next month. Most of the racers use modern versions of the above. I see them practicing nearly every evening and the gym includes a rowing machine modified to mimic the paddling one does in these canoes.
The name carved on the canoe . . .
. . . means — as far as I can tell — “the youth”. N ow, that doesn’t quite make sense to me given the context. It could mean that it was made by youths, or maybe for youths, or maybe by adults for youths.
Here are a few more photos from the structure:
This Engineer Tree is really afraid of toppling; it looks like something I might have designed.
By this time, the heat had cranked up and the breeze died down . . . time to leave in the comfort of our Air Conditioned car. But, On the way out, a little memoir . . .
This should be the end of this post but I saw these at an overlook. It’s some sort of weed, but it looks nice.
Once back at the condo, I snapped this photo of a palm tree catching the last few faint rays of the sun.
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