Remember the road as in the On The Road novel? The kind of road that takes you on a trip to the discovery of the self? Well, the road that leads, from the colorful surf and hyppie village of Paia to the remote and quiet village of Hāna could be compared to that type of discovery itinerary. The first few bends leave us wondering what actually makes the reputation of it all: the sceneries are beautiful, but certainly not special, while the road is packed with (very) early morning traffic of commuters - serious people going to work.
Little by little though the cars become rare, the bends are winding more seriously and up we go towards a green sanctuary shrouded in heavy and menacing clouds that only add to the growing sense of sacred and mystery that descends upon us like the rain and eucalyptus fragrances. This is the right time to shut the blaring radio off, take the car hard top down and drive with our noses up and our ears wide open to listen to the birds chirping in that very special jungle-like language that seems to permeate all things: the air, the soil, the colors. The next hour and a half is spent in awe at the heart of the lush rainforest kingdom where we feel we are temporary guests: bamboos, moss, mahogany and breadfruit trees, red and orange flowers, ferns... They all hide the ancient history of the island and the sacred spirit of wild life. King Kong would be happy here and is expected to part the thick undergrowth any moment...
As the final bends approach, so does civilization in the form of a first makeshift cafe, a quaint little place where home-made banana or pineapple (both grown locally) bread let you savor the moment of isolation before touching ground with the village of Hāna, the prize at the end of this road to bliss and true origins.
Credits: TheDaydreamerDiary
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