Take to the highway, won't you lend me your name? Your way and my way seem to be one and the same...

Kipahulu, home of the famous Café Attitude, has another gem that we didn’t feel like passing up. With only one week left for both Chelsea and myself, we decided to make the trek back to the hippie town for one more go, this time with Lulalima Farms as our destination. Our two new girls, Nik and Andrea, ventured down the road with us for a drive that ended up being hands down the most interesting hitching experience we’ve had to date. Since my mother reads this blog however, I’m not going to go into details of that particular adventure… Needless to say, Nik and Andrea won’t be able to top their first test drive.

So we arrive at Lulalima Farms, which we’ve been told has amazing smoothies (the reason we went) and ordered up some fresh blends of papaya, mango, banana and coconut milk. To mix up your smoothie here, you propel the electricity for the blender with a bicycle. I had heard from our driver that it’s a tiring lil exercise for your drink, so was quite surprised when it only took me about 15 seconds….

Running the show here at Hana Tropicals has been kickin’ in, as a farm and business never stop, even when its owners take a 3 week vacation… The chickens still wake me at the crack of dawn for their breakfast, as do the cats and now Pepper, the dog. Pepper, who is usually Krista’s side kick, has taken to following me around now, and is currently sleeping on my sweaty backpack on the floor by my bed… To each her own, right?

Upside to the bosses being gone?  Access to their house, which includes a wide screen TV and a couch. :) These are novelties when you’ve been sitting on patio furniture and watching 43 minutes of Survivor a week on your dinosaur of a lap top for 3 months.  We’ve welcome ourselves into their home every couple of nights to keep their 2 house cats company of course, and have been indulging in episodes of Sex and the City while we're up there as well.... 

Other than that we’re just soaking in the last days of our Hana life…had a final session of yoga on the beach with our friend Luna, last clay oven pizza night at a farm down the road, and last mass at the Catholic Church in town where, after attending several times, I was still given a lei today that they give to tourists. Guess even with my tan I don’t pass for a Hawaiian…

Aloha!