Paia day...

Friday, January 22. Some cloud, sometimes.

We buzzed over to Paia this morning. Paia is by the airport, sort of, and it was and still is a Hippie's Town: long hair, alternative lifestyles and all that goes with it. It seems to be improving, in appearance with some new buildings. It is stuck in the past, but needs the tourist dollars from us conventional people so the shopkeepers can lead their drop-out lifestyle. So much for that, merely my thoughts though. Nice place to walk through and then get on with your life.

We had lunch in an upcountry town called Makawoa, which is a rural cowboy/working-farm place, also sort of stuck in the past. Nice to see how there is not a lot of tearing down of old quaint buildings going on. One out of control building fire wit a good wind and one side of the street could disappear in one night. Back home around 2:00 for a rest, some scrabble and some reading before a light supper, then a bit of TV and another good sleep, I hope. 

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Do you think that there is a possibility that Trump could actually become president?



This is the last sugar mill working in Maui, between the airport and Kihei. It is destined to be decommissioned and there is some thought that Hemp may be the new crop, or one use, for the 36,000 thousands acres that is now in sugar cane. 



Over past Paia watching the daredevil surfers battle the waves out there.


Three years ago today, same spot, same stance with friends Don and CJ.



Some groovy places to be seen today, remnants of the past.


Looks like a 1940 theatre to me!


Right in the centre of things.


Up-country a bit, tin roof and rust, priceless.


Could that have been a bank in 1940?


It looks ready for a shoot-out in a western town.


Some people get tattoos in Maui. 
Tattoo came from the Tongan word tatau meaning to strike twice. 
At least that is one suggested origin.


A property-line fence, kind of common here.


A Tibetan Buddhist church is in Paia, no doubt the preferred house of worship to many of the residents here.


The aisles of a very popular organic food store here. Full of people who are very particular about their foods, pricey as they may be.The building appears to be from the 1930s.


Botanical Moment: Droopus pendulusis.
[Just kidding, I cannot find the proper or popular name.]

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