Last night we went up to to Mike's place for dinner.
http://www.mulligansontheblue.com/ We always go up here for a visit when we come. Mike wasn't there last night. We had a great snack as usual. Had a good chat with Tom, Christine, Nellie and Robert.
Anyway onto today. In the wee early hours of the morning I snuk out the door of the suite, 5:30 am to be exact. I didn't want to wake Tasha. I drove up to Lahaina and parked the car. I went to Maui Sunrise for a cup of tea and a scone.
I then boarded the "Maui Princess"

We took off on the 27 mile crossing to the Island of Molokai. It was a bumpy windy crossing. Water coming up and over the boat. It was great. We eat breakfast on board. After around 100 minutes of this we landed in Kaunakakai Wharf. Off we get and into a bus driven by a fellow by the name of "Van" He is a jolly old soul narrating every inch of the way up to the Kaluapapa Lookout. Here we get off and walk down to the lookout. Back in the 1850s the worst cases of people with Leprosy were sent here to this isolated area to die. In 1873 a good fellow named Father Damien arrived and helped these once poor souls. He was priest and doctor to the people here. He died in 1889 from the disease. In 1995 Pope John Paul II proclaimed Damien as "Blessed Damien of Molokai" He will be Saint Damien of Molokai some day.

He was 49 when he died.




Next I mosey on up to see Phallic Rock.



Located 200 yards from the Kalaupapa Lookout, at the base of Nananhoa Hill, is the six-foot high Phallic Rock. Every island has such a site, but this is probably the best sample. According to legend, the male fertility god, Nanahoa, lived nearby. His wife, Kawahuna, caught him admiring a young girl who was staring at her reflection in a pool. The wife attached the young girl, yanking her hair. Nanahoa was outraged and struck his wife who rolled down the cliff and turned into stone. Nanahoa himself then turned into stone in the form of .... what else?! Throughout the ages, barren women would bring offerings and spend the night at this site in hopes of conceiving a child. Women still come here with their offerings and pray for fertility. Other stones in the area are carved to represent female genitalia. These rocks were then taken home to make the land fertile. Phallic petroglyphs can also be seen on some rocks to the north of the Phallic stone. A beautiful ironwood forest surrounds this area, coating the ground with its long needles and creating a mood of peace and spirtuality.
We board the bus and disembark at "Tuddie Purdy's" Macadamia Nut Farm.
http://molokai-aloha.com/macnuts/Van tells us before we go in Tuddie is in fact "Nuts"
We meet Tuddie inside. He gives us a tour of his family run farm.





We eat macadamia nuts to our hearts content. Raw and roasted down they go. He has us try Macadamia honey and mustard by dipping sliced pieces of coconut into them. He wants us to eat everything in front of us. Piles of food. Then we go in and buy some more to take with us. He is totally organic here no pesticides or preservitaves. This is why we can walk in under the trees of nuts. He doesn't use any oil when roasting them so they are cholesterol free and half the calories of the nuts you buy at the store.
Full up we leave and head over to the Coffees of Hawaii farm.
http://www.coffeesofhawaii.com/plantations/molokai Here we have a lunch waiting for us. The woman who planted the first plants here gave us a tour of the coffee process. We were entertained to three Hula dances to music by her daughter and gran daughter.
After all this I went in to have one of the "Mocha Mama" iced coffee drink. There goes my chance of been vegan this week. Delightful. I get a right ole buzz from the expresso in it. Feck I am wired.

We head over to only church in the State of Hawaii built by Father Damien still in its original condition.





From here we head up to Kumimi or locally known as Maurice Point.


From here we head back to the town of Kaunakakai and stroll around here for a bit. Then Vand drops us back to the Princess for our ride home. Van was a comedian a historian and a folklorist today. He has the gift of the gab for sure. I thought he was great.
We leave Molokai behind for now.


We get out into the channel and the trade winds are blowing like mad. Going back is way more choppier. Waves splash in and over the boat. We make it back to Lahaina in one piece.



I find my car remove my name tag and head back to Suite 450.

It takes 45 minutes to drive back. Thirteen hours after i left I am finally back home. I shower and head out with the good woman for a snack to Maui Taco in Kiehi. I have the Dig me burrito.

Now I sit here at 11:36pm and ready for bed.