After our memorable hike on lava at night in the rain, we went into Hilo to get some dinner. What a difference between Kailua-Kona and Hilo! Because of the tsunami 10 years ago, Hilo has not been rebuilt and the downtown looks like a ghost town. It scared us to bits, and that's without the L brothers mentioning the crackwhores that they had seen not far from our hotel. We had greasy Hawai'ian fare at a very odd Kitsch diner decorated with 1) plastic plants 2) plastic fish 3) Thanksgiving turkey posters and 4) benches from the fifties. We had some strange impressions of déjà vu - I felt like I was back in the deep Outback, with rednecks all around... Definitely a contrast from our laid-back and safe vacation diving in Kailua-Kona!
So in the morning, to A's suggestion, we did some fast decision-making and booked a helicopter tour to see lava at a closer range, followed by a flight out of Big Island into Kauai! A went back home and now we were down to three.
In the 'copter
Lava from Pu'u seen from the air: hhhhot llllikwid mmmmagma....
A reminder that we are on the youngest island on the planet:
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