On the way back from snorkeling this morning we stopped for lunch at the Keei Cafe. The Lilikoi iced tea was really delicious. Lilikoi is Hawaiian for passion fruit. I had a fresh fish taco, and Lenny had an eggplant sandwich. It's a really pleasant restaurant with a nice sea breeze, even though it faces the busy highway 11.
The bus boy who brought us our mango cobbler for dessert explained the sauces surrounding it: lilikoi is yellow, strawberry is pink, and on top a few ohelo berries which grow only on the volcano side of the island. The NeNe geese like to eat them. I liked them myself! [Later addition: the ohelo berries turn out to be sacred to Pele, and the ancient Hawaiians only ate them after making a special incantation to her.]
The busboy -- a young man with peroxided hair -- told us about his trip to Wichita, Kansas. He tried going outside without a coat in 20 degree weather, just to see what it felt like. He was really shocked at how "rude" the flight attendants were on his very long flights -- that doesn't surprise me, as the Hawaiians are incredibly polite and helpful people. As soon as we ever get off the plane in Honolulu, we can tell the difference!
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