It took a hard right and left
"Or meet us at the Gemini. It beaches at six."
I rode the five mile commute at five. I got home quick to take a quicker shower. Borrowed the Beamer and sped back to the beach. I didn't know exactly where the Gemini landed but I'd seen other tourist Catamarans come up on the sands of Ka'anapali.
Actually found a place to park and threaded through buildings and obesity to the beach. There it was. Still on the water up by Black Rock. I made my way north all happy with myself for actually getting home, getting clean and getting back before the Gemini landed. Took several minutes to hustle up the beach to it. It was still a couple hundred yards out.
The torch bearer silhouetted himself nicely against the crepuscular daily backdrop. He theatrically lit torch to torch till he was at the highest and furthest point out. After lighting the last one, he thrust his tiki once each to the four directions and flamboyantly threw it in the sea. Kissing a lea and bowing, he also released this offering to the Kai (sea). He did what can be best described as a slow motion jumping-jack with no jumping and lots of body language forcing a transcendent mysticism on the performance.
I know for a fact that Hawaiians never twirled tiki sticks of fire. But they do now, at least during on-season. So, my jaded non-tourist self suspected farce in this show. But, who's to say and ultimately, who cares? It looked really cool and was a big crowd pleaser. After the half speed calisthenics, he gracefully did the arc of the diver and left nary a splash when he hit the sea as the sun fell down.
I looked back out to the Gemini and expected it to come ashore now. It started moving. It was aimed at the beach. It took a hard right and left. So, it was going to come ashore back where the other cats did. I walked rapidly along the beautiful slanted sands. Then I ran. The cat was getting away from me. It would easily disgorge all its passengers to quickly disperse in the rapidly gathering darkness before I could get there if I didn't run.
I ran. I made it. The first two people were coming down the steps as I arrived on the scene. With my camera out and on and sweating again, my phone rang. I was about to get a picture of them coming off the boat, a shot that they obviously could not get.
It was Kevin. "Hey there, we're at the room ready to go out. Where are 'ya?"
"I'm right in front of the Gemini waiting to take a picture of you two disembarking."
"Oh, yeah, sorry man, we actually went on the Terelani."
Sweat dropped the gap off my upper lip as my mouth broke open to laugh. We caught up a few minutes later. Kevin meeting me on the beach with two of his new favorite beers, Bikini Blonde from Maui Brewing Co. I told him about shooting home, getting clean, driving back, only to get sweaty again chasing a boat.
I don't recommend chasing catamarans, especially ones that your friends aren't even on.
I rode the five mile commute at five. I got home quick to take a quicker shower. Borrowed the Beamer and sped back to the beach. I didn't know exactly where the Gemini landed but I'd seen other tourist Catamarans come up on the sands of Ka'anapali.
Actually found a place to park and threaded through buildings and obesity to the beach. There it was. Still on the water up by Black Rock. I made my way north all happy with myself for actually getting home, getting clean and getting back before the Gemini landed. Took several minutes to hustle up the beach to it. It was still a couple hundred yards out.
The torch bearer silhouetted himself nicely against the crepuscular daily backdrop. He theatrically lit torch to torch till he was at the highest and furthest point out. After lighting the last one, he thrust his tiki once each to the four directions and flamboyantly threw it in the sea. Kissing a lea and bowing, he also released this offering to the Kai (sea). He did what can be best described as a slow motion jumping-jack with no jumping and lots of body language forcing a transcendent mysticism on the performance.
I know for a fact that Hawaiians never twirled tiki sticks of fire. But they do now, at least during on-season. So, my jaded non-tourist self suspected farce in this show. But, who's to say and ultimately, who cares? It looked really cool and was a big crowd pleaser. After the half speed calisthenics, he gracefully did the arc of the diver and left nary a splash when he hit the sea as the sun fell down.
I looked back out to the Gemini and expected it to come ashore now. It started moving. It was aimed at the beach. It took a hard right and left. So, it was going to come ashore back where the other cats did. I walked rapidly along the beautiful slanted sands. Then I ran. The cat was getting away from me. It would easily disgorge all its passengers to quickly disperse in the rapidly gathering darkness before I could get there if I didn't run.
I ran. I made it. The first two people were coming down the steps as I arrived on the scene. With my camera out and on and sweating again, my phone rang. I was about to get a picture of them coming off the boat, a shot that they obviously could not get.
It was Kevin. "Hey there, we're at the room ready to go out. Where are 'ya?"
"I'm right in front of the Gemini waiting to take a picture of you two disembarking."
"Oh, yeah, sorry man, we actually went on the Terelani."
Sweat dropped the gap off my upper lip as my mouth broke open to laugh. We caught up a few minutes later. Kevin meeting me on the beach with two of his new favorite beers, Bikini Blonde from Maui Brewing Co. I told him about shooting home, getting clean, driving back, only to get sweaty again chasing a boat.
I don't recommend chasing catamarans, especially ones that your friends aren't even on.
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