Maui III

The road to Hana is billed as one the most beautifully scenic highways in the world. Its a fifty mile stretch of highway that winds and twists its way around the south part on the island. At nearly every mile marker there is something to see. In a two car caravan we braved the dangerous road with an agenda of stops to make hoping to hit them all before sundown. The road is at its widest barely two car widths wide. At its most narrow our rented charger had roughly a foot of space on either side. To make things more interesting the road had 180 degree blind one lane turns and steep cliff drop offs. Every mile and a half we would arrive at a one lane bridge that crossed over water before the road disappeared around a blind curve. Signs advised honking so that any cars traveling toward you and your untimely death might hear you and stop. Our driver, Scott, professional adventurist and now life-threatening-vacation-stunt-car-driver, charged up blind curves and over narrow bridges with shocking speed and uncanny confidence. He was a man on a mission to see the entire highway by days end. Our first stop: Twin falls, then black sand beach, red sand beach, and sacred pools.







We stopped half way through to eat at a roadside shack. We laughed so hard we cried at the ridiculousness of the road and how dangerous it was. Scott and I rattled off rap lyrics in between startled screams and colorful exclamations. We laughed at Scott as he yelled at birds on the road to get out of he way as if they were the reckless ones making a perfectly average road dangerous. Occasionally we would get nearly runoff the road by locals tumbling down-hill exceedingly fast, some riding in the back of truck beds. Ironically we must have passed a dozen small grave yards just off the highway. For all its danger there were amazing views, awesome beaches, and impressive waterfalls. We had so much fun. Nobody died, nobody vomited and Scott miraculously delivered us home safely. Thanks for driving dude.