You know, some days I can’t help but feel …
… as though I live in a travel brochure.
But I suppose somebody has to do it.
I have never been on a better holiday. It wasn’t the place — although it was lovely. It wasn’t the activities — although a couple were amazing. It was the man. If I didn’t already love O’Ceallaigh, this weekend would have assured it.
I had only one request — turtles. I wanted to see live sea turtles in the wild. Kona is famous for them. Our hotel advertises itself as being on a favored turtle sunning beach, but no turtles appeared. I figured they heard I’d checked in, so they checked out. Alas. I let the idea go. I’d already spent a glorious day on a beautiful beach, had a lovely dinner in a restaurant without walls (yes, you read that correctly) took a multitude of flora and fauna photographs, watched a lovely lemon and apricot sunset, and captured a mirror perfect reflection on film. What more could I possibly need?
I let OC choose our destination for our second and final day on Kona. He picked The Place of Refuge National Historic Park. It was a 30 minute drive from our hotel and we got to see more of Kona. Originally we wanted to go to the volcano, but the drive there and back, plus the time to hike the trails and enjoy didn’t fit into our schedule. We learned later that was just as well, because it wasn’t a safe day on the volcano for people with respiratory ailments.
When we got to the Refuge, I was set to enter the Holy Grounds and site see. O’Ceallaigh pulled me next door to the public beach. I attempted to argue with him. Why did we drive thirty minutes to see this beach when we already had one within three feet of our hotel? O’Ceallaigh took my arm and turned me toward the beach, “Because,” he said. “I was told this one would have green sea turtles.”
So we went to the beach — and saw no turtles. Just sand and water and lots of rocks. I set my tripod up to photograph some Sand Pipers. O’Ceallaigh told me to turn around. I turned and saw … people and beach. “What?!” I exclaimed. He tried to point out a rock that was really a turtle. I thought he had an over active imagination. I turned back to my camera and the birds were gone!
No turtles. No birds. I decided to photograph rocks.
If you cannot see OC’s “rock” clearly, you will want to click here to enlarge the photo. After clicking to enlarge the photo, then look just below the seaweed covering the lowest rock.