Tumultuous Times, Oblivious Observers

Monday Nov 20th –

It was departure day for the parents and relocation day for the rest of us.

So we packed up and shipped out that morning, taking time to stop at a few places along the drive to Kona side.

Coconut Island was walked to, pretty much just to say that we had been to someplace called ‘Coconut Island’ :p

It’s a very small little outcropping of land that people mainly go to for relaxation I think.

We drove on, stopping to take a little-big walk, that lead to the Akaka waterfall.
Little because it wasnโ€™t far distance wise but big as in it had many stairs and we took the harder way up, accidentally ๐Ÿ˜œ

We glanced through a neat little place called โ€˜glass from the pastโ€™.

A store full of all kinds of glass bottles, jars, vases… you name it.
Very cute things but almost too many to pick from and prices were so so if you didnโ€™t have a specific purpose for said bottle or vase ๐Ÿ˜‰

The drive then passed in a smattering of snacking, talking, silence, child chatter and interestingly given directions ๐Ÿ˜œ

We stopped for lunch at โ€˜Dan-o’s Donerโ€™, getting some prettttty good meat with all the right toppings and a Greek garlic sauce.

As with most tasty meals… I have no photo evidence ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ™ˆ

Post garlicky lunch, we found a shave ice place with good reviews, very nearby ๐Ÿ˜

The sizes were massive.

The texture SO fine… it was almost dry/powdery? ๐Ÿ˜ณ
The topping syrup good and the flavours strong… which was good for my coconut flavour and bad for the intense lemon that Mike had picked ๐Ÿ˜œ
All in all It was a pleasing yet… slightly questionable experience ๐Ÿ˜‚
Maybe we just take our shave ice too seriously๐Ÿ˜œ

Filled to the brims we continued on, making it to Kona and stretching our limbs in the little shopping area for a while.

Alaina had a deep desire to get a pearl from an oyster because I had schooled her on oysters and their innards during our last visit together ๐Ÿ˜œ
That wish was fulfilled at a little jewelry store where you pick your own oyster and they crack it open for you and you get whatever pearl is inside ๐Ÿ˜

Mike and I considered some more ukuleles, still wondering if it would be worth the minute investment ๐Ÿ˜œ

The best sun luring lotion was purchased and came with an itsy bitsy free mini set beside


If you want to make full use of sunshine and itโ€™s golden giving properties, use this stuff.
***Not a paid for advertisement ๐Ÿ˜œ

We then went to check out the apartment place that we young adults would be residing in and we were happy with what greeted us ๐Ÿ˜Š
A tastefully decorated, clean and nicely set up space.

Holualoa Gardens Apartment

It had a little sunroom/bedroom which made for an extra/cute feature and there was a shared pool to be used.

Mike ordered in pizza and us girls went out for a walk to do a little shoreline scanning before the food arrived.

Pro and I were hunched over the lava rock strewn beachย area, scouring for any shell bits, when a man from a nearby balcony yelled to us that there was a turtle close by!
We quickly stood and peered into the ocean, expecting to see a large shell floating or on the coral just in front of us… but nothing.
He yelled again to look down so our gaze dropped to the immediate shoreline, water washing onto sand but no turtle??
He again said to LOOK DOWN… I decided to follow his directions exactly, even though looking directly down seemed stupid because obviously weโ€™d have noticed if we were beside a turtle ๐Ÿ˜
Pro was nearly stepping on the turtle and I was nearly stepping on her…we were scant inches from its head and would have either walked on, or over it without a second glance.
We felt slightly retarded but in our defence, he totally looked like a rock ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ


We backed up and called the far away wondering mother and niece back over to us so they could see the turtle too and there we stayed until it looked around a little before going back into the ocean.

First turtle spotting โœ”๏ธ
Though it was more like โ€˜turtle trippingโ€™ ๐Ÿ™ˆ

We returned to tell our tale and eat pizza and then Mike and I drove the parents to the airport, their Hawaiian vacation ending ๐Ÿ˜”

Tuesday Nov 21st –

We wanted to go to the beach now that one was nearer.
Or so we thought… turns out the beach weโ€™d went to with Mom was still an hour away and all the other beaches were rocky or not much closer.

Either way we wanted beach and we wanted ocean.
We also needed food for any kind of expedition so some groceries were grabbed and the prices of groceries here once again marvelled at and not in a good way ๐Ÿ˜ฌ

Thirty or so minutes later, we pulled up to Kua Bayย beach.
The surf was much bigger than Hapuna beachโ€™s and the sandy stretch itself a bit smaller but the kids were sick of driving so we decided to stay and try it out for a while ๐Ÿ˜Š

Mike and the littlest rested in the shade for sometimeย and the sister and I stood ocean side watching the other little being frolic in the waves.


The water was a beautiful aqua mix there and the large waves awing to watch.

After some time, the lure of the faces filled with fun from playing in the waves, won me over and I entered into the vast blue beyond.

I cajoled Mike into joining me and after a few splashes, he did.
He actually proved very useful, being able to stand THROUGH the waves and lift me above them, rather than them crashing over top of me๐Ÿ˜
That only lasted so long though and then I wanted to freely take on the waves by myself.
Some of the waves were easily 10 feet high and I, being of slight stature, did feel rather intimidated by the massive wall of foaming white and blue coming up and over me, yet it also gave a slight rush too… and then, a large crushing ๐Ÿ™„

I may have floated gracefully through a few but I may also have tumbled tumultuously through a few more than that ๐Ÿ˜œ
I drilled my head on a piece of coral, all the while not considering the pain but thinking in disgust of what slime I must be in contact with.
Multiple waves whipped me off my feet and down into the sandy swirling current, somersaulting me into acute discomfort and once I and my sister had enough water beatings, we called it a day.
Sounds harsh and it kind of was but yet it was somehow also very enjoyable ๐Ÿ˜œ

We left the beach tired, sun-kissed and sandy.
…So sandy ๐Ÿ˜ฌ

We quickly popped into ‘Holy Donuts’ having heard good things about it and wanting to experience them for ourselves ๐Ÿฉ
Sโ€™more, red velvet, white chocolate macadamia nut and a loaded chocolate were the flavours we decided to take back with us.



The homemade marshmallow filling in the s’more donut was my favourite, making me want a bowl of the creamy fluff alone. The flavours and toppings were all really good, we just found the donuts themselves to be a big large and the bread part itself not that thrilling but the staff was super friendly and who can resist that name ๐Ÿ˜‰

By the time everyone had washed the oceans throw up off, we headed out again, but this time only taking a short walk to the same shoreline as the night before.

We got there right at sunset and it was a lovely sight to behold.
A lady pointed out a turtle, which we would have again probably missed seeing ๐Ÿ˜œ


(Husbands photo)

We hung out there, watching that turtle rest awhile and leave and then seeing another come in to shore, taking pictures and treasure-seeking in between ๐Ÿ˜‰


McDonaldโ€™s was the chosen dining experience for that night as we all craved affordable and something that we knew would taste as expected ๐Ÿ˜œ

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans ๐Ÿ˜Š This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life ๐Ÿ˜Š

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