Hana" T-shirts can be found in over abundance in Maui . (Did I mention there's heaps of T-shirt shops and skin care product stores here?)
The route is snake-like twisty with aggressive local drivers bombing down the skinny oncoming lane. I think the game of "Chicken" is an unofficial sport there. Like the Hawaiian hiking trails, there's no daydreaming allowed while negotiating the distance.
When you can quickly glance around from the task at hand (surviving the drive), there's lush bamboo forests, ocean views and waterfalls. For me, it was a one and done experience. Hana as the destination after such an ordeal is kind of underwhelming. It's a quiet secluded spot lacking in a lot of amenities for a place so famous. There's no sports bar!
I got a lot of reading in that one evening that felt like a week there.
I'm back in Lahaina dealing with a persistent dry cough and I don't even smoke.
Mahalo!
Jeff
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