Yesterday, fresh from a Reading & Snoozing session on the beach, I decided to take the long way back. The one alternative route to the Hana Highway cuts off the main road and follows right on the coast, lined with trees whose canopies meet together above you and the dirt road. On this road, smaller shack like houses scatter amongst the trees, but as it turns you eventually reach the town dump. Recently I took to running this road loop as it’s not heavy with traffic and creates a peaceful setting for my huffin’ and puffin’ of a run… The dump however, according to Krista used to be the most “Beautiful Dump in America,” and not gonna lie, it’s quite possibly the most picturesque dump I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. Tucked in between an ocean and mountains is tough to beat, so I'm not really sure why it "used to be" and isn't still....
Walking down this road, a loose dog trotted passed me, carelessly running to or from his home I don’t really know. At first it seemed weird to me just seeing random dogs walking down the road, with no collar, let alone owner in sight. The longer I’ve been here however; it just becomes a common appearance. Once a dog followed us all the way from the beach to Hana Tropicals, a two mile trip…we tried numerous ways to keep him back, but nothing seemed to work, the burden of being so gosh darn likeable by dogs I guess…
Seeing dogs as disposable pets, people who own them here aren’t the type to have their breed on calendar hanging in their kitchen, join group with fellow owners, or even take them for walks; these dogs are purely hunting dogs. Losing them or having them die doesn’t damper spirits too much, as they can be easily acquired. Hunters take their dogs up in the mountains when they hunt for wild boars, have the dogs pin the ferocious pig down, and most hunters just kill with knives, to avoid the hassle of acquiring a gun (a whole other issue in itself!)
Pigs ARE quite delicious, but so are chickens.:) Don’t worry we haven’t killed ours yet, but today for lunch, the four of us ate at Braddah Hut. Braddah Hut is stationed right passed the main little hub of town, just a low key grill joint, with rusted fold up chairs that serve their food in Styrofoam containers, but nothing beats this grub. Just passing the place and smelling the smoke from the BBQ chicken would make a vegetarian switch over to the light. As we ate the by-products of that BBQ, Nik (a former Vegetarian) claimed that after dealing with our chickens, and realizing how stupid they are, she no longer felt guilty about eating them... Thatta girl. :)
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