I totally related to the sentiments in this post; the tension in being a tourist but ‘not like the other tourists’ and the acceptance that wherever you travel will impact you, and you it and both are altered for the contact. When you travel, it’s not easy to be a tactful tourist. But I reckon the sooner you realise your holiday destination wasn’t actually created by God simply to amuse you, the sooner you will start to hear the heartbeat of the place.

The Road Less Graveled

I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.

I’ve been working on writing about my favorite place in the world: Kaua’i. In a way, it is a simple essay to write; the scenery is gorgeous, adventures prolific and the cultural history is extremely interesting.

Words fail me.

This place means so much to me that I find it indescribable. The blend of beauty, power and the socio-economic struggles of this place make it more complex than describing the dysfunctionality of your own family lineage, with a touch of racism and politics on the side. There is so much more than meets the eye.

There’s no doubt about it; Kaua’i is beautiful. Over a million visitors pour into the airports of the Garden Isle each year, mostly congregating to areas such as Po’ipu and Princeville. They drive up to Koke’e to visit the Kalalau lookout, perhaps hike to Hanakapi’ai beach

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