It’s taken me exactly one day to be completely transformed from a cycling tourist to a homeless person seeking shelter I find an old shed and share it with the geckos and a few land crabs .
The wind is blowing so hard it threatens to take the old tin roof with it, I can only imagine what it will be like when the rain comes
I made I to Lahaina forgot to by coffee but did find stove fuel at triple the price. I successfuly located and cleared all the thorns from my stealth site by stepping on them.
in no particular order a huge shark kept me from swimming. I got heat stroke. A ranger kicked me out if my site, hurricane winds descended out of the valley and my IPhone is on deaths door
The roads on the Island are smooth clean and wide with wonderful bike lanes. The trafic is nonstop high speed and never ending Roadside memorials are the cyclists constant companion. The wind has me trapped like a rat and it’s only just begun.
I’ve spent the last few months living in a cold tin shed and was constantly asked how I could be so happy living there. My simple response always came with a huge smile. Three hots and a cot, what more could I ask for in this world.