Going on vacations always feels like getting ready to move to me.
We stayed up all night, and still did not have everything packed prior to our shuttle to the airport texting they were arriving. Procrastination is the Devil’s Corporate office. Luckily, Charles, the driver, had gotten lost, giving us time to scramble down the stairs and wait for him in Maryland’s brisk but unseasonably not freezing weather.
We taxi’d luggage and bags through the BWI terminal and waited for our scheduled departure. The trip from Prince George’s County to Maui, Hawaii was a two pronged flight. The first leg was four to five hours flying over the continental United States to California, the Bay area, to be exact. The final lap consisted of another four to five hours flying over the massive Pacific Ocean to the Hawaiian Island of Maui.
The timing matters.
It took us five hours to get from the BWI airport in Maryland to San Francisco. Then it took another five hours to get from California to Hawaii. Neither of us realized Hawaii was an entire continental USA from the continental USA. From Maryland to California, we flew over what I am assuming is the Rocky Mountains. I was able to capture a few shots from the window seat. Luckily, B and I had the farthest most seats in the back of the plane. Not only that, but we also shared a row of three seats. For flights that long– although we remained cuddled up for much of it– it helps to have some leg and arm room to stretch when desired. Who says first class gets all the perks?
On the last set of our travel to Maui, we were not so lucky. It was a three person aisle in the middle of economy seating. While the space is enough to stretch a tad, read a book, or watch a movie from a laptop(of which all three of us, Me, B, and the other passenger had done through out the final flight), it was not as comfortable as our prior ride across the United States’s mainland. Of course, this did not stop me from capturing images along the way. By the time this image sitting above the post was processed, B and the other passenger in our aisle began to communicate impatience. I am not exactly sure how the professional system defines cabin sickness, but I think it was what I was observing. Two five-hour or more flights back to back like that can cause irritability.
Maui is one of Hawaii’s eight major islands. While the politics of Hawaii’s statehood demand each island be encapsulated under one flag, each island could easily be a state. Name after native god, Maui, it is a richly environmentally diverse landscape. I just wished the population of the people was as richly diverse. B and I could count on possibly two hands the Blacks we would see there. This includes the fast talking car rental agent to the sister and brother visiting the island for his born day that we shared a tour with.
We checked in at the Makena Beach resort. A large resort hotel with a golf course and access to a public beach. At the date of this writing, there is a some murmur about the beach becoming privatized as more corporate interests pursue the land there. Maui is subject to a set of financial dynamics akin to large-scale purchase of Boardwalk and Park Place. To add some perspective. Located adjacent the resort we stayed are a set of condominiums ranging in prices near $2.5 million dollars apiece. The mountain-like area that serves backdrop and horizon for many of my images from our resort is owned by Oprah Winfrey.
My first reaction to the Whytes here was that they reminded me of southern Whytes. We ate at what wished to be considered an upscale eatery, but it felt like we were at a diner. In some ways, I felt reminded of restaurants in St. Louis’s south city. Not that the food was low scale, quite the contrary, in fact. However, the service was cordial, as opposed to friendly or even inviting. There was a stark racial hierarchy where the Asians played music and bused the tables while the Whytes acted as waitresses and bartenders when not in a management role.
Politics and social considerations aside. Maui is definitely breathtaking. The balcony view from our room was euphoric. A collage of colors set the tone of evening sun, and a clear sky of multitudinous constellations and starry tapestries weaved our nights.