Wednesday, September 19, 2007


4 packs Sambazon frozen acai
1/2 cup organic grape or apple juice
1/2 banana sliced
1/2 cup fresh red berrie
1/2 cup granola
Blend frozen pulp and juice together until smooth.
Pour into bowl and top with bananas,
berries, and granola. For a smoothie, blend
two packs of acaui with three spoons of frozen yogurt.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Surfer's Mecca




Kauai’s traditional pastime is riding the waves, that includes the North Shore, Hanalei Bay and Po’ipu. But the burning question is can a terminally clumsy person handle a 9 foot
board against tumultuous waters? That said, this uncoordinated person has her work cut out for her. Last June, I took in Sony’s animated feature, “Surf’s Up”, a sparkling visual that pays tribute to Hawaii and the sport of surfing. Walking out of the theater inspired I decided to ride, ‘The Land of Waves’.
The ultimate goal would be to surf at night. An exciting scary thrill. Complete darkness. Finding my way to other senses, for both survival and rapture.
Before I could reach such grounds I found that learning to stand on a board proved to be my initial objective. My travel buddy referred to me as a “low-rent Gidget does Hawaii”. But I was not to be deterred. Where there are impressive waves, they shall gather. The ultimate escape for the active surfer is Kauai. Surfing on the reefs. One with the board their backs to the Pacific’s horizon. Some of them proven and talented. Others ready to soar among the eagles. Generations of surfers have been riding the waves of Kauai. Since the natives first mastered the shores, surfing has become an exhilarating rite of passage. Contemporaries such as Andy Irons, Bruce Irons, Keala Kennely, Laird Hamilton, Sena Seramur, Dustin Barca all contributed to Kauai’s legendary surf community.

Kauai has many surf spots on the islands, most of which remain a secret. The more well-know waves are Hanalei Bay, Cannons and Tunnels. Surfing in Kauai means summer breaks in the south and winter breaks in the north. Generally surfing is best on the North Shore, especially Hanalei Bay, Tunnels or Cannons and the south coast in summer where popular Po’ipu Beach crowds up. Pakalas, near Waimea is the Westside’s hottest break. Transitonal swells happen on the Eastside, when surfers hit Kealia Beach or Wailua Bay behind the Kaoa’a Sands Hotel. Surfing conditions at the Po’ipu beaches are usually gentler than on the other side of the island. But if you’re qualified, you might want to take on challenging North Shore beaches like Hanalei. Keep in mind that conditions can be extremely dangerous during the winter months. Experts only.

Seems simple enough. A wave and a board that’s all you need. My surf instructor, Paul, said that I will stand up on one wave before my first session was over. He mentioned balance and upper body strength for paddle power.
We began on gentle, rolling waves in Po’ipu next to the Marriott Waiohai.
After some struggle, I gained confidence (or too much salt water in my brain) and started to trust my equipment. Paul said so much in catching and riding big waves comes down to confidence and a trusty board.
Paul also pushed me to be aware of where I am. Hold on to the spot when everyone is scrambling.
“Take that extra stroke, girl.” He said, “The thing about big waves is that they do everything to keep you off them. There’s so much water and wind that it’ll flick you off if you don’t give yourself that extra insurance.”
After the session was over, I was already dreaming of sponsorship deals. One day I’ll look down this long vertical face, so long I may not make it all the way, without looking down I may surprise myself as long as I think I can.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Where did Gilligan end up after his 'three hour tour'?




My three hour Kauai Movie Tour Inc. was less than stellar. Singing showtunes from South Pacific, while hoping the bus would come to an explicit stop throwing my boyfriend out the window was admittedly not the best attitude to have for one the world’s premier filming locations.
Hollywood’s collaboration co-starring Kauai has had a long history. Stunning untouched landscapes lure many productions to the Garden Isle. Deep valleys, exotic flora and fauna, white sand beaches describes a look at what might have been before civilization prevailed. A place where dinosaurs roamed and Raiders searched for a lost Ark. Hollywood spends a lot of time here because its tropical beauty makes for spectacular scenes. There’s a vague familiarity to the Garden Isle, even for people who have never set foot in Kauai, because Hollywood has used it as a backdrop for years. Since the silent movie era, Kauai has filmed the imaginations of many movie-goers. Steven Spielberg, a Kauai loyalist, famously filmed Kauai as it was savagely beaten by Hurricane Iniki. He used the footage of tropical storm scenes. The movie adaptation of Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park, needed the primitive and mysterious world of the Na Pali Coast.

Oddly, the Island never plays itself. Often impersonating another more costly destination, Kauai often disguises itself to be Costa Rica, Africa, South America and others. It’s what you call the go-to-local locale.

Gilligan and his cohorts filmed their pilot episode on a beach in Kauai (with many different plot and character changes). Some of the many film credits include, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Hook, Jurassic Park, Blue Hawaii, Body Heat, Diamond Head, King Kong, South Pacific, Lord of the Flies, Throw Momma from the Train, Honeymoon in Vegas, Love Song, Uncommon Valor, Mighty Joe Young, Outbreak, Flight of the Intruder, and The Thorn Birds.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Forever Hepburn: Glamourous Globetrotter


Audrey Hepburn is my idol. And every other indie girl in America. She rocked the capris, short bangs, doe-eyes and had a big enough heart for the whole world. Holly Golitely is the greatest cinema heroine of all time. Salute Audrey....
Indian Summer Musts/post-Labor day wear.
(before the weather becomes less forgiving)
Bring out your inner Hepburn
1. J. Crew Tanks
2. Club Monaco Cargo Capris in Dove Grey
3. Club Monaco sparkly scarf
4. Navy blue Keds
5. Black Dior sunglasses
6. A humanitarian spirit
Photo of Audrey Hepburn courtesy of Norman Parkinson Archive

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Coffee Kings


Sugar is sweet but Coffee is King on the Islands.

Hawaiians grin more than most. Why? Could it be they have a secret? Could it be the island coffee? Possibly, the secret is the excellent coffee on the islands.
Actually, most are well on to Hawaiian coffee’s mystique. It’s hard to live without coffee grown in Hawaii once you’re hooked on it. I never leave the islands without a bag or two tucked in my luggage. The aroma, when it escapes from the bag, is as much the scent of the islands as the salty smell of the ocean or the sweet fragrance of ginger. Coffee is a good take-home choice. It stuffs easily into over-stuffed bags, doesn’t break or spill, and will pass the mandatory agriculture check at Hawaii airports.
A relative of the gardenia, coffee has fragrant white blossoms in the spring. In the summer, the trees have green berries, which turn red as they ripen. The berries don’t all ripen at once, so they must be picked by hand several times a season. The harvesting season begins in August.
Coffee farmers at the lowest elevations may finish harvesting by December, while those at the 2000-foot level might harvest into March. Farmers need to roast and taste their coffee through out the crop, to taste the different grades, separate the faded from the average green from the opal green.
During the coffee seasons, buyers hang out signs announcing how much they’ll pay for ‘cherries,’ the name given to the red coffee berries. In a good year, they may offer as much as a dollar a pound.
The Island's conditions are perfect for growing coffee. Many farms have succeeded, especially in Kona, where 600 small, independent farms flourish on volcanic slopes in a climate of sun-drenched mornings and misty afternoons. Gourmet coffee grows in other parts of Hawaii as well, with 3,400 acres in cultivation, Kauai Coffee Co. is one of Hawaii’s largest coffee plantations.
A Vacation in Every Cup
Long for a jolt of java?
No matter where you are you can enjoy Hawaiian coffee. Many companies such as http://www.coffeespecialties.com/ ship Hawaiian coffee all over the world. They work with the best growers and roasters on the islands and offer a fine selection of premium Hawaiian coffee shipped fresh to your door.
Arrange a tour of Coffees of Hawaii. Walking tours are offered here; you’ll be led around the 500-acre coffee plantation to witness the roasting process “from seed to cup.” The tour wraps up in the tasting room, where an espresso bar churns out samples. Reservations required. Closed weekends.- 160 Farrington Highway, Kualapuu; 800-346-5051, fax 808-567-9270; http://www.molokaicoffee.com/.

Get your Island Java On.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

A Place In The Sun


I am a consumate workaholic and for some reason I rarely find my way home. But that is my goal, of course, to spend more time at home. I live in Hermosa Beach, a bohemian-chic and laid back town famous for it's volleyball and community spirit.Yesterday, I made good on my promise and took a day off. I got on my bike and headed for the sea. Simple pleasures.. Pure sweet air. Unfiltered sunlight. Here everything seems fresher and flavors are more vibrant. I spent a peaceful afternoon on a bench facing the ocean with a local newspaper on my lap.My entertainment was the antics of the pelicans and dolphins and an epic sand castle.The view was blue for miles. Volleyball players were staked out in their usual spots. Preparing for the annual AVP Tournament.A fairy-tale simplicity.
But the carriage turned into the pumpkin. Time to get back on the 4o5 and head east. Forward to unfriendly faces with indifferent hearts. But in the back of my mind, Hermosa Beach's last golden rays linger. Always...

Monday, September 3, 2007

Tears in Paradise

Kauai, is the lover's island. I brought mine and suddenly the isle turned into a warzone. We gave it a fair shot. For a few days, it was alright. Dandy. The last day ended in a spectacular blow out while we participated in the movie tour. There is nothing more awful than feuding lovers in a bus crammed with newlyweds and Kauai Cinemistas. Blue Hawaii was purple and red. The Coco Palms was in ruins and havoc ( past hurricane) and was my psyche.

But I plunged forward, determined to salvage the last hours of the trip before our flight out.
My climactic scene was crying in the parking lot of our hotel after the tour. The Hawaiian gods gave a nod to my drama by rain shower. My boyfriend finally broke and came to me begging to go to the pool, cocktails and make amends. I also had the car keys.

Two hours later, a few mai-tai's later, things were back in balance. The wrongs were back to right and Kauai smiled.

Timeless Mystery: Na Pali Coast


The Na Pali Coast in Kauai should be explored. It has an immense ancient mystery. Me and my party decided on an early morning adventure. We opted to go with Captain Andy's Tour of Na Pali over the smaller boats. We took pills to counter the motion sickness. The rough waters with a boat of less size would have proven the end of me. The crew was charming and fun. We were given a breakfast at 8 a.m. complete with juice, fruits and pastries. Our captain was very lively. He provided us with the best position to view the sights. My plan was to get to the back of the boat. Away from everyone. One of the deck hands smiled, "You're a rebel."I took a very long sip of coffee, "No. Just anti-social."I'm not sure if he thought I was clever or an obnoxious tourist. Regardless, the coffee was having an effect and the sky couldn't be any more blue.For the next hour and a half I was given accounts to Island folklore. The Menehunes, in particular, were fascinating. A mythical race of small people, similar to Leprechauns of Irish stories. According to legend, they lived in the Na Pali Coast, building at night a complex irrigation system among other works of wonder. If a human caught them they would abandon their works and disappear into the forest. Small in stature, rumored to be anywhere from just six inches to three feet in height, these magical creatures were believed to be immensely strong. They worked with great diligence, often forming lines many miles long, as with Malae heiau at Wailua passing rocks from hand to hand across the whole diameter of Kauai. Somewhere in time, this crew of little people constructed the irrigation system, built extensive walls and extravagant fishponds. The closer we came to the rugged mysterious mountains of Na Pali, the more aware I was of my senses. Everything was on overload. The colors more vivid. The mountains, impossibly edged and without logic. There was a strange change. The other people on the boat seemed to suddenly have merit. Their relationships were clear. More pronounced. We stopped briefly to snorkel. Than lunch with wine and a speedy return. The adults on the boat were reflective and pensive on their way back. Were we changed? No. Still tourists. Still strangers. However a subconcious act inevitably took place on our cruise. Most of us urban and awkward. The ancient beauty of the Na Pali was within us. As if to remind us where we stood in time. The captain nodded. He had seen it all before. Surprisingly, I didn't need anymore coffee.The group stepped back on land more united, ready for their next adventure. An understanding that we shared an ancient past. Smiles and nods. A silent respect. I gave the captain a long hug.He laughed.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Perpetual Motion begins NOW!!!!!!


Hello everyone who may come by and view my little irrelevant blog. Hope you can stay awhile and get to know me. This blog is designed to record my travels. Some actual voyages and some just in my head. Okay, many in my head. Tripping without lugguage. That sums up my existance as of late.

But you never know what's around the corner, or if whatever you have will be had later. So as I try to make sense of random chaos and frustration, please stick around and get to know me.

missed you while you were away,

'the traveling humorist'