Aloha again! So here’s how my Big Island’s adventure started: ‘My life is crazy and I love it! Here's my almost private jet (10 seat 💺 air plane Maui to Big Island - picture below) for the price of normal flight! But that's not all.
After I arrived I tried to figure out how to get to the town (if you don't drive in US, it's not easy), so one of the pilots offered me a ride to the town! Awesome 👏! After we just left airport we saw the car accident and a guy was running from the smashed car yelling that he needs help and almost jumps into our car. Turns out that this guys is a meth addict who stole his mothers car and was running away, eventually causing the accident. Such a day and it's not yet 4pm yet!’
At the time I wrote this I was in McDonalds trying to catch some free wifi (no judgements I wasn’t eating a burger washing it off with large size diet Coke). I was sizzling to share this story to my friends as well as I needed to contact my host from the farm as I did not want just to rock in there without any notice. So I did. Both. And 30 minutes later I was already in the ‘farm’ which turned out being just a showcase for the guests who stayed in holiday apartments which the owner rented out. Besides it was not much of the farming there the owner lady was extremely mean and was not hesitating to insult me and other woofers. I don’t even want to write about her more as she does not deserve one more line in my blog post.
So as you would image the vibe there was not great at all although the place was lush and beautiful. After my first hours there I wanted to pack my backpack and go as far as I could. But people I met there were really nice bunch of Americans who we had nice time together. Also I decided to pull my Buddhist patients together and face this mean lady as calm as I possibly could. Oh well, it’s good I have tried, but I couldn’t last there any longer than I did (exactly 1 week). So one morning I packed up my stuff and went. After me others moved out too. Only one guy stayed, who was smoking weed all the time, so he could handle this woman.(*Just so you know smoking weed in Hawaii is totally legal.)
I was so happy to leave her place. I moved to the Kona town and stayed in there for the rest of my time. Since then almost every single day I would start my day with yoga, pranayamas and meditation on the beach. For pranayamas and meditation I would move closer to the water on the lava rocks to enjoy the sound of the crashing waves.
Short after I would munch my oatmeal prepared in advance in my rather ugly lunch box ☺️.
Besides of being not particularly beautifully presented it was THE MOST delicious oatmeal I’ve ever tasted. If you want to try it yourself, here’s the recipe:
1 cup of rolled oats
1 cup of water / plant milk
2 tbsp chia seeds
1 small banana
2 tbsp peanut butter
1 tsp cinnamon
Handful caramelised cashews (optional)
Little bit of agave syrup to make it even more heavenly tasty!
5 tbsp of love and magic
Front row view of the ocean
Here’s the action plan you will need to take to transform all these ingredients to the most delicious oat meal your ever had.
Boil oats with water or plant milk, add more of it if needed to achieve nice runny not too thick texture. Let it cool for a bit add cinnamon and chia seeds (leave some for decoration). Mix all well. Place it to your favourite lunch box (sounds strange as it’s for your breakfast haha). Cut banana and place it on the top. Nicely layer peanut butter and cashews. Sprinkle with the rest of chia seeds, cinnamon and add little bit of agave syrup on the top. Whilst making it don’t forget to do it with lost of love and sprinkle some magic at last. It’s ready now! Close your lunch box and bring it to the nearest beach. Don’t worry if there’s no beach around you, sit down on the floor in the middle of the room, or in the garden if you have one, open your box, close your eyes, image the ocean and enjoy the best oatmeal you ever had 🙌!
After I enjoyed pure happiness full of breakfast, I would stay in the beach for couple more hours and enjoy the view and sound of the ocean, having a random conversation time to time (mostly with homeless).
Afternoon time was for challenging myself in the ocean with the surfboard trying to concur the most unpredictable waves in entire Hawaii. Here’s how it went!
Here are my ups and downs literally (photo credit for Mckenna www.konasurfphotos.com).
So here’s my failed woofing story from Big Island, which ended up better than I could have expected. I had spent way more money than I thought I would, as I had to pay for food and accommodation by myself after I moved out. Although I was staying in the cheapest hostel, cooking my own meals, hitch hiking and not buying anything unnecessary, Hawaii is very expensive and there’s no way to get around cheaper. Or there is eating in beloved McDonalds and sleeping in a hammock on the beach like homeless do here. At the end all of extra money I have spent was worth it and left Hawaii with the big smile on my heavenly sunblushed face!
Mahalo for reading!