Marjolein’s Big Island trip

Cycling around Hawaii’s Big Island

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Photos at last …

Here’s a small selection of photos I’ve taken so far …

Mauna Kea rainbow, seen while biking from Kailua-Kona to Spencer Beach Park

The bike fully loaded at the Kona Tiki hotel, where I spent my first night in Kailua-Kona

Here’s my tent (well, okay, your tent, pap) and the bike at Spencer Beach campground

My view riding up and up to Waimea, the cowboy town, which sits on 2,500 feet (800 metres) above sea level on crest between the wet side and the dry side of the island. Do you see the clouds? The change from dry to wet was very sudden. Within 20 minutes of riding, I went from a desert to a tropical rainforest.

Rainforest!

Papaya! My snack at Kalopa State Park.

This is Waipi’o Valley.

Here’s my site at Kalopa State Park. It rains so much here that the campground has roofs for the tent sites. I was lucky. On my second day, the sun shone and I had a great walk through a Hawaiian forest. Here’s a funky tree and some hibiscus.

Waimea and Kalopa

I left Spencer Beach Park somewhat reluctantly.It’s a nice little spot: warm, sunny, coconut palms. Leaving also meant that I’d be heading over to the wet side of the island. Hawaii — as do all of the Hawaiian islands — have wet and dry sides, also known as windward (the wet side) and leeward (the dry side). Prevailing tradewinds bring a steady parade of moisture in all its forms — clouds, rain, snow, fog — to the windward sides of each island. High volcanoes — Mauna Loa and Mauna Kea on the Big Island — catch this water, preventing it from reaching the leeward side. No moisture creates the Mordor-like lava hell-scape I cycled through a few days before.

I was also reluctant to leave because I knew I had to climb a lot that day. By the time I would reach Kalopa State Park, my next destination, I’d have puffed my way up about 1,000 metres. Phew!

Well, obviously I made it. And what a ride. The climbing was nasty but the sprinkles of rain that greeted met in the high town of Waimea — the centre of the Big Island’s cowboy country — were actually refreshing. And the ride got better. Rain means green. And it’s super green here. Past Waimea, I sailed downhill all the way, past soaring eucalyptus. A short stretch of ride was along an extravagantly pretty side road called the Old Mamaloa highway. In some parts, the greenery reached tunnel-like over me and the road. Birds were everywhere.

Kalopa State Park didn’t disappoint. Set high up the “mauka” (mountain) side, in an o’ hia tree forest, it was wet but peaceful. I stayed there two nights, spending my second day exploring the park, admiring wild hibiscus and bright-red birds (I wish I knew their name).

A nice couple drove me to the look-out of Waipi’o Valley, as well. I’d planned to cycle there too during my stay at Kalopa but again I was too bagged. The valley is very beautiful. It’s walls at about 500 feet (200 metres?) high. The valley floor is sea-level. You have to see it to appreciate it, I think. I’ll try to upload some photos shortly.