On our third day in Kaua’i, we headed to breakfast at Java Kai. We then encountered the protagonist of an upcoming post, which I will entitle “You again??” Get ready.
I had to snap a pic of these plants, one of two of my favorites. They’re probably foreign and invasive. Sigh.
In the weeks leading up to Kaua’i, I had heard about the Blue Room cave and was on a mission to find it. Unfortunately we found it, but it was also dark and murky. Must figure out what time of day to visit the blue cave so we can see the magic.
All was not lost, because, hey! There just so happened to be another beach across the street from the blue cave.
Bill and I kept getting smacked around by the ocean. I kept telling her, “No, mang, I’m not the bitch you want!” And then she’d be all SLAP “I TOLD YOU NOT TO TALK” and knock my head back down when I was just a mere five feet away from dry-ish sand. The ocean’s no joke, doode. She’s like NeNe of the 808.
As we left the beach, Bill’s mom got cold feet and I had to call Kipu Ranch Adventures to cancel her seat in our mud bugging reservation. I think it was wise of her to back out from the trip, because, I mean, if you suddenly looked up and saw your grown son looking back at you like this, you’d probably be freaked out, too:
Mud bugging was fun! I probably wouldn’t have thought to sign up for an ATV/mud bugging tour myself, but the recommendation came from a very trusted source. They also warned me I would get really dusty. They were right.
Below, this is a private beach that 98% of the local population has never seen. The story’s muddy to me now, but the basic gist I can recall is that this is a special access area. Rumor has it Jackie O. retreated to a compound here to mourn the loss of her husband.
Oh, and this is Neverland from Hook! (“Rufio! Rufio!”)
Good job, Camera!
Along the mud bugging tour we saw the third of our feral species sightings! Our other guide, Troy, was feeding Sue-Sue (middle) something that resembled a dripping pile of whipped cream. These pigs are so spoiled. Literally. They seem to only come out when tours drop by, and the soft-hearted guides bring feed and scraps for them to squabble over. There are multiple tours a day, so I imagine the only time that these pigs have to hunt is when tourism is slow.
In addition to Hook and Jurassic Park, Kipu Ranch is also the site where they shot the intro to Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark. At this point I was busy acquiring fifteen mosquito bites all up and down my right leg – And that’s just my right leg in that one moment – But I did venture back down to the water to capture Bill swinging from a rope.
I quickly took my turn on the rope myself and then ran back to the cars to avoid the bugs. Meanwhile no one else was being bitten. (At one point I looked down at my leg and two mosquitoes were feeding on two different spots on one knee. Had to kill two bugs with one slap. Thanks for prepping me, Ocean.)
For dinner we ate at Postcards Cafe, another one of the few really nice, non-hotel establishments. I really liked the scene here. They’re the only place that serves their house special of taro fritters, and even though their freezer was broken eliminating any chance at ice cream, the chocolate volcano souffle was still good. But what I really want to say about Postcards is – They have a ragamuffin cat that hangs around named “Stamps.” I may have fed her some of my seafood sorrento a coupla times.