day 12 :

friday, 15 february

We spent the morning packing, but also an hour playing in the sand on the beach. Before the beach, we tried to get malasadas at Home Maid, but they were OUT (don't they realize this was our last chance)! We did get lattes from Java Cafe, which were fine, but not up to our admittedly high standards.

We tossed most of our recyclables into the garbage, lamenting Maui's lack of infrastructure for recycling. They only accept aluminum cans, plastic drink bottles, and beer bottles. No paper or cardboard, wine bottles, yogurt containers, let along the other things we've gotten so used to recycling in Seattle. And they don't do curb pickup for recycling, either; Jackie has to drop it all off. We saw a similar indifference about trash in restaurants, e.g. Da Kitchen served everyone's food in big Styrofoam boxes, even the in-restaurant diners; and every place with chopsticks had the throw-away wooden kind. It seems so sad that an island community, which is particularly in touch with the beauty of our earth, would have small regard for its impact on the earth.

On the beach, we chatted for a while with Jim, a guy who'd just arrived a few days before at the place we were staying. He's a super-nice tattooed grandfather who has been coming to the Dolphin's Point suites for 15 years (he's one of those regulars who makes it so difficult to book the place January through March). He offered to drive us to Hana if our trips overlap next year, which might not be such a bad idea, since we hear the road is beautiful but a bit harrowing to drive.

For lunch, we returned to the first place we'd eaten on the island: Coconuts Fish Cafe. The fish tacos were still awesome, and still incredibly messy.

To try to make up for the morning's lack of malasadas, we stopped at Home Maid Bakery and Deli in Kahului, on our way to the airport. But this place is NOT nearly as good as Home Made Cafe. Since it's a bakery, not a cafe, they don't fry the malasadas to order like the other place - they just fry them all up in the morning and then reheat in microwave and sugar them when you order.

At the airport, we used the curb porter to check us in and check our bags. We don't normally do this, but our hostess, Jackie, recommended it as a way to save time leaving Hawaii, since they take your bags through the required agriculture check so you don't have to bother. Plus, they'll usually overlook it if you're a couple pounds over the 50 pound weight limit, which we were. $10 well spent.

There is a separate agriculture checkpoint for carry-ons, right before you get on the plane. We weren't sure which, if any fresh fruits they would allow. They had allowed us cut mango from the mainland on the way in (they said it's just the peel they worry about, which carries the bugs they're concerned with), but it turns out it's not allowed for the way out. We had to ditch our yummy cubed mango. Fortunately it was just a half mango, but still, we'll never get that last taste of Maui mango back. They do allow pineapple, even whole, so we did savor our last pineapple in flight. We had actually considered buying one of the two-packs of pineapple to bring home, but we had a lot of stuff already.

When we deplaned into the cold jetway in Seattle, Ian turned to Dawn and said, "Mommy, did you want to stay in Maui?" Yes, kid. Yes, we did.

There is still a lot that we didn't get a chance to do in Maui. If you managed to read through our whole travelogue, you'll see the obvious omissions of driving the road to Hana and watching the sun rise from the top of Haleakala (recommended only when there is some cloud cover for the sun to reflect off), both of which we felt would be more enjoyable when Ian is older. Beyond this, here is our short list of things we haven't done but would like to:

Anything we're missing? Let us know here!


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