Locals Were Hostile To Hippies


The Other Side Of The Island
Aug. 5, `73

I stayed at Kalalau for a couple days. When my serenity was broken by
a troop of hikers, I decided to leave. I had heard of another hiking
area on the island, but strangely enough, nobody that I had talked
with knew anything about it. While 99% of the hippies in Hawaii were
hanging out at Hanalei, I stuck out my thumb and headed over to the
other side of the island. Before I left, however, I was told that the
reason nobody went over to the other side of the island was because
they weren’t welcome. The locals were hostile to hippies. After
living in Hawaii’s ghetto for eight months, I figured I could deal
with the bad vibes.

It was remarkable; after being in “hippie heaven,” once I got a ride
passed Lihue, Kauai’s main city, there were no hippies at all. I did
experience some nasty glances from passing motorists, though. A beer
can was even hurled at me from one of the passing cars. From the top
of Waimea Canyon, the view was spectacular. The canyon looked like a
miniature Grand Canyon, but a Grand Canyon filled with jungle. I
immediately started hiking down the trail. The farther I got, the more
beautiful it became. At the bottom, I found a wonderland similar to
the one that I had experienced on the other side of the island, only
here I was definitely alone (or at least I thought so at the time).


About bwinwnbwi

About me: Marvin Gaye’s song, "What’s Going On" was playing on the jukebox when I went up to the counter and bought another cup of coffee. When I got back, the painting on the wall next to where I was sitting jumped out at me, the same way it had done many times before. On it was written a diatribe on creativity. It was the quote at the bottom, though, that brought me back to this seat time after time. The quote had to do with infinity; it went something like this: Think of yourself as being in that place where infinity comes together in a point; where the infinite past and the infinite future meet, where you are at right now. The quote was attributed to Hermann Hesse, but I didn’t remember reading it in any of the books that I had read by him, so I went out and bought Hesse’s last novel, Magister Ludi. I haven’t found the quote yet, but I haven't tired of looking for it either.
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4 Responses to Locals Were Hostile To Hippies

  1. Gemma Sidney says:

    Stunning images! I’m sorry to hear of your mistreatment.

  2. O to be a hippie in Hawaii during the seventies–

  3. Well, you have now thrown me into a quite the flashback and I can’t figure out yet where this trip will end.

  4. bwinwnbwi says:

    It’s been fun reliving (in my mind) my Hawaiian adventure. Thanks for all the comments. Concerning where these adventures of mine are headed, all I can say is that it’s just one thing after another (perhaps a celebration of that truth).

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