Hang in there.

To keep you satisfied until I have time to write a full post I present you with this huge beautiful flower that bloomed right outside the door to my apartment. It lasted a day before it got too heavy and fell off in the rain but it sure brightened my spirits. :) 

Miss you all and love you much. 

My thumb is touching the flower as a point of reference. It's massive! I have huge hands by the way. 

Apartment time

The busyness and insanity continues, unrelenting really. I suppose it will never let up and you all will get sick of hearing about it so I should maybe just accept that this is my new "normal". 

In the midst of working 45ish hours a week plus about 2 hours commute time everyday I've managed to find an apartment and move in! Well, I just moved in tonight actually. And by move in I mean I have an air mattress on the floor, shampoo in the shower, three open suitcases and some clothes in the closet. If that's not home I don't know what is! I am looking forward to feeling a little more settled and having my own space. Zac is really excited about all of this as well and has been a massive help every step of the way. I know you don't read this to hear me gush about my boyfriend but.... He is wonderful!!!  So there. 

I also may of misled you guys a couple of weeks ago. I informed you all that I had a job. Which is true but the rest of the story was that it was (still is) a temporary position. So in and amongst all the rest of the stuff going on over here I've continued my permanent job hunt. To which end I'm excited to say it has been going quite well and I'm looking forward to a number of promising interviews in the coming weeks. 

I will have pictures of the apartment when it is in a somewhat presentable state. I will also try to start taking real photos on a camera with a name that doesn't begin with iOS. The apartment will be a constant work in progress so I suppose you will get updated as it comes along. 

For now I have to make it through my very first night in my apartment, all alone, in the dark, in a strange place. Ooo I shouldn't think about it. It's giving me the heebie jeebies (technical term folks). It's darn good that Zac is only 7 minutes away. Phew. 

Now to get a few hours sleep before it all starts over again. 

Busy B

Yes, I am still alive. 

No, I am not tan.

Work has been going well but I have been beyond busy for the last couple of weeks.

Zac and I have regularly been commenting that it has only been three weeks that I've been here.  It sure seems like a lot longer considering I have a full two weeks of work under my belt.  I've been exhausted on a regular basis.  My commute into Honolulu adds an extra 2.5 to 3.5 hours onto my work day, sometimes more.  One night this week I fell asleep at 6:30pm and slept straight through to 5:30 am.  I truly believe I am still immersed in a major adjustment period and have high hopes that I will regain much of my energy and form a great routine in the near future.  

Zac had a 96 this weekend (four day weekend) and I have Monday off for President's Day (a really big deal here...) so we are taking advantage of the time to do some fun things and catch up on sleep.  We have also been looking at apartments for me which cannot be classified as anything other than stressful.  I am hoping to have something in the next two weeks and then I can finally start to feel like I'm settling in.  

In the meantime I have decided to add some theme to this reincarnated blog - something to give it a little focus outside of me and Hawaii.  Over the last year there have been many times when, in conversation with Zac, something specific about his work has struck me in such a way that really emphasizes how very unqualified I would be to be a Marine.  Usually a verbal statement follows in the form of, "Well, that's just reason number 968 that I could never be a Marine."   In fact, I am pretty sure that I started counting the reasons in the 900s, but needless to say there are a lot of them.  There are the obvious ones like I am not nearly strong enough or I could never run long enough.  But then, of course, there are the funny ones and also the informative ones.  Usually though, I almost always find myself gaining even more respect for what he does and how he does it.  I've decided that we will start counting from #1, however, reason #1 holds no more importance than reason #968.  

Reason #1 Why Bess Could Never Be a Marine:

I could not go to the bathroom without a wall between me and the next person.  I'm serious.  I just don't think I could do it.  This came up tonight at dinner with Zac and his response was... Well you'll go at some point.  I don't think I would.  I think I would just never ever go to the bathroom again.  

Reason #2 Why Bess Could Never Be a Marine:

I cannot chant "Left, Left, Left, Right, Left" and get it to land on the right foot... ever.  I tried.  I'm serious.  I did.  Plus, to make things harder they don't actually say it like that.  They do some weird "Left, Left, your left, right, layo" and I just can't get the cadence down and I end up saying "left" while I'm on my right foot.  

I will probably add one or two of these each time I post.  I think they can be a little funny and will highlight the things I am learning about the Marine Corps during my time here.  

Review: Tropical Farms of Hawaii

When I was in Taiwan I often wanted to review things in a very straight forward way, telling you all the pros and cons of going to see something specific.  I realized though that it was kind of irrelevant because very few if any of you will ever go to Taiwan (if you do, let me know and I'll give you all kinds of advice!), however, many of you have been and will go to Hawaii at some point and so I can finally review useful things!  

I've noticed that my writing feels a little rusty right now but I'm hoping to iron out some of this awkwardness as I get back into.  Hang in there with me!

Saturday Zac and I had a lot of boring life things to get done but I really wanted to make time to go to Tropical Farms of Hawaii.  It is only about 30 minutes away from us and I had read many great things.  So we took a drive up the Kamehameha Highway out to the North Shore and back to the farms.  We had an absolutely great time!

Zac drives.  Sometimes I think I should drive.  I might have lower blood pressure if I did.  

Many of the big tour companies send their buses here for a brief stop to look through the shops and produce but they miss out on the tour.  We signed up for the 3pm tour (if you are thinking of doing this make sure you call and see what times they will have tours that day, they don't have a set schedule and it is different almost every day) and we spent the last 10 minutes before boarding our tour "bus" using rocks to crack open fresh macadamia nuts. 

I stupidly forgot my camera so you'll have to deal with cellphone photos.  I love when places have these signs. :)

We were joined by another military couple with a young baby and a 5 ish year old.  The bus was a short bus (as we call them) painted green and decorated with all sorts of tropical grasses and coconuts.  We were introduced to our tour guide, dressed in traditional clothing, and we started the tour.

He showed us many of the plants and fruit trees that they have on their farms.  He gave me ti leaves so I could start my own hula skirt.  The ti leaf is not related to tea at all and is actually more similar to a lily.  He demonstrated how to destem the leaves so that they are less rigid and you could weave them together to make a skirt.  After seeing a lot of plants and asking a lot of weird sciency questions we took a little stop at a stage area.  

Here they demonstrated how traditional hawaiians used Wild Hibiscus wood to start fires and we were treated to a fire dance.  

I thought I had taken a video of the whole dance but it turns out I never hit record.  Doh!  He was really good at wiping the fire around.  I asked him if he ever set his leg grasses on fire and he said pretty often and showed me a spot on his leg that had had all the hair singed off.  Probably shouldn't quit my job and become a fire dancer, eh?

You can see our little short bus in the background.  Then they showed us how to split open coconuts.  We drank the coconut water, shaved fresh coconut meat, and learned how to get coconut milk.  Zac, who doesn't like coconut at all, really enjoyed the fresh coconut meat.  

Don't look so angry! 

What made the entirety of this tour fun were the guides.  They made a lot of jokes, some slightly inappropriate, but all very clever.  As Zac says, you had to really listen to what they said and sometimes it took a few seconds but you always found yourself laughing.  

After the coconut and fire lessons, the ladies (and children) were presented with small gifts.  

My very own crown... I always knew I was a princess!

The fire dancer had braided them from leaves and a hibiscus flower.  When he gave mine to me he asked if I was single or married and Zac was very quick to respond with an emphatic, "She's taken!" *Swoon* Taken women wear their flowers on the left, those that are single wear it on the right.  

When the other woman was asked if she was happily married she responded that she was married, she didn't know about the happy part but she guessed that she was happy sometimes.  I watched her husband roll his eyes so hard I thought they were going to fall out of his head.  I had to stifle a few giggles.  

Zac didn't get a head piece. :(

Then we got back on the bus and rode for a little bit, stopping along the way at different fruit trees.  He explained each tree, it's fruit, and it's growing process.  We learned a lot, for example, did you know that each banana tree will grow only one bunch of bananas, after you've picked the bananas you cut down that trunk and a smaller trunk grows up behind it.  It takes 6-8 months for that trunk to grow a bunch and then you cut it down again.  When the fruit we were discussing was in season he would pick or cut us a selection to enjoy while he talked.  We got limes that smelled amazing!  

Next we took a little boat ride out into a small lake that has a lot of stories to go with it.  It has been the filming location of many famous movies and tv shoes including Lost, Hawaii 5-0 and Temptation Island.  The original Jurassic Park was filmed across the road and the second one will start shooting there in 4-6 weeks.  It was a beautiful view of the island and we heard many interesting folk stories of the area.  

More pictures of us.  Sigh.  "You wanna know why I was smiling?  Because I was looking at you in the phone when you took the photo."  Said Zac after we took this.  I'll keep him. :)

Then we were onto more fruit trees.  We learned out to pick starfruit with a long branch and he cut some up for us to try.  

It was citrusy and crunchy.  Zac really enjoyed them.  I didn't enjoy stepping on the rotten ones that had fallen to the ground.  He even picked us extra to take home with us!

Starfruit.  Cut by a Hawaiian.  With a machete.

We also had something called a starapple.  It is not related to the star fruit.  It is about the size of a large plum and when it is ripe it has a deep purple skin.  When you slice it open there is a small pit and the fruit is a lilac color.  It is sweet and airy, almost like you mixed purple jello with whipped cream and whipped it some more..  The one draw back is that it is EXTREMELY sticky.  Zac was peeling bits of starapple off of his face for hours afterwards.  

We saw mango trees and cacao plants and macademia nut trees and pineapple plants.  There were all sorts of fruit and nuts.  Did you know that a pineapple grows on a plant not a tree?  Each plant only grows one pineapple at a time!  

After our 70 minutes tour was over we wandered through the shop area and sampled many different kinds of macadamia nuts.  We in Wisconsin are used to having samples, but on the islands a free sample is almost unheard of!  There were onion and garlic macadamia nuts (Zac's favorite) and cinnamon coated (yum!) and honey roasted and caramel and so many other different flavors.  

It was over all a very enjoyable experience because of the knowledgable and funny guides and really diverse topics.  

I highly recommend that anyone who visits Oahu and has access to a car makes the trip up Kamehameha to the Tropical Farms.  It won't be a waste of time, rain or shine.  At $15 (military discount) or $20 a pop, the tour is quite cheap compared to others on the island (eh hem... dole).  We even got a few free photo prints of us from around the farm!  

In other news:  I start my new job tomorrow!  Zac has the day off so he is going to run errands in Honolulu while I do my orientation and health assessment.  Wish me luck!  

Not so baby Steps

I suppose that I haven't filled you all in very much on what I am doing here. 

I don't know that I have a very good answer.  I very much wanted to be near Zac and I felt like I could probably make it work.  I am young and it seemed like a great opportunity to see some place new.

I left for Hawaii with a short term offer from a friend to let me stay and a whole lot of things to figure out.  I tried for quite a while to secure a job before I came to the island but I learned that that is just not how things work here.  So I took the leap of faith (in what I'm not sure) and came here with no promise of employment or income.  

It has been stressful I might admit.  Now that I am here I can think of nothing worse than having to leave because I couldn't get my ducks in a row... and oh, aren't there a lot of ducks!  Jobs, apartments, cars.... it is enough to lose some hair I tell ya.  

So the very first thing I did Monday morning was start the job hunt with great gusto and I am really happy to say that just two days later I've accepted a position.  I am not in a spot to tell you all a whole lot about it right now and I still have my fingers in a few cookie jars so it could change again soon but the sweet relief of employment (the ticket to me staying on this beautiful island and by the man that I love) was enough to cause this little post.  

Please be happy with me!  

I start work on Monday and so instead of this weekend being filled with more grand hiking adventures (after the purchase of real hiking shoes) I will be spending my days shopping for Hawaiian professional attire (what's that?) and desperately trying to find some shoes that won't destroy my feet.  Although I'm sure it sounds fun, I will probably spare you the details.  

More soon and much love!

I have an address.

Folks, 

If you are old fashioned and fancy yourself a sendin' type then you may make yourself aware of my current address:

Bess Farley
PO Box 1125
Kaneohe, HI 96744

If you aren't old fashioned but still fancy yourself a sendin' type then go ahead and make yourself aware of my current digital address:

bessoutofbounds@gmail.com

Bring on the communication!  

I will probably start up Q&A Fridays again at some point so if you find yourself confused or needing some answers send 'em my way.  

Helllloooo Hawaiiiiii!

I can't believe I'm finally sitting down to write again.  The last 5 days have been unrelenting and by the time I crawl into bed at night, blogging is just a wisp of a thought drowned out by snores.  

I landed in Honolulu around 9 pm on Friday and the first thing I did was roll the windows down in the car.  Sometimes I think the air is actually sweet on this island.  It is a wonder what some fresh warm air does for the body and mind.

The weekend was filled with all sorts of adventures.  A little tour of the areas I will be calling home and quite a lot of sleep.  Friday had been almost a complete 24 hours of non stop traveling so I think I deserved it.  

On Sunday Zac and I went for a hike up to the Pali lookout.  When the sign on the highway said "Pali Lookout" and we took the exit only to find a hoard of tourist buses and a lot of little old ladies looking out over the island it didn't seem quite like the hike I was imagining.  As I had been instructed I had stuffed my feet into "hiking" shoes, donned a pair of running shorts and an athletic shirt and was prepared for what I had been told was a "really easy hike" to get me "ready for the harder stuff."  Pish Posh!  If just driving up a mountain and looking out was what we were doing then I think I could handle the harder stuff.  

I. Was. Wrong.  

If you've seen the Harry Potter movies or read the books and are familiar with the scene where they run with their carts full of trunks at the wall where Platform 9 3/4 is supposed to be then you'll be able to play along really well with this next part.  

We traipsed just past the parking lot where the tourist masses were loading and offloading their large hungry busses and straight at a low 3 foot stone wall marking the edge of the lot.  Just when I thought Zac was going to turn around with a peeking tongue a-wagging, teasing me for being so gullible, he swept aside the branches and stepped into the dense forest.  See now, I am going to write the word trail here but I don't think it paints an accurate picture for most of you.  I truly believe this trail was made by nature herself; a conglomeration of twisted trees, sloping rocks, and breath-taking drop offs no man would forge for himself.  We followed anyways.  

Normally the hike would have been 100% doable for my feeble, weak legs and my pathetic "hiking" shoes.  There was just one added complication.  The rain.  It had been raining for a few hours and Zac swore up and down, from here to kingdom come that it would stop soon.  "It never rains for very long here in Hawaii," he said.  "No, no don't worry it will stop soon," he swore.  "You might get just a little wet," he promised.   BAH!  It rained and rained and rained, a small river formed coming down the trail we were going up.  The wind howled, the trees bent, and it kept on raining.  The red earth turned to mud.  The stone turned to what felt like glare ice.  The roots criss crossing underneath us took on the frictional properties of oil on a freshly wet roadway.  Did we stop?  No.  We soldiered on.  

It was enjoyable.  It was comical even.  

Zac is an avid rock climber and so he gave me a lot of assistance along the way.  Everything from the occasional verbal instruction to the often mandatory hoist up a particularly vertical section.  If you're up on your rock climbing terminology he called this a Level 4.  Level 3 being your regular run of the mill hike (think Lapham Peak if you've been there) and Level 5 being your vertical rock climbing (think Adventure Rock).  This is what you call a scramble.  Half hike, half climb.  It seems an appropriate name as I spent most of the time with both my hands and feet on the ground scrambling up like one of those pre-evolved creatures they say were our ancestors 55 quadrillion million years ago on the Discovery Channel.  

After a lot of discussion to determine which way the trail went at several points we made it to the top.  There there was a doughnut shaped hole struck out of the middle of the crest of the mountain so you could sit on one side and look out to see the other.  It was awesome, I must admit, except it was raining so hard and so foggy you couldn't actually see anything.  

Then.... the descent.  

I should probably mention (thank goodness my father doesn't read this) that large sections of the trail were bordered on one side by thick trees and shrubs and on the other side by the vast nothingness of sheer cliffs.  In portions we were able to strike out a long ago forgotten trail to the inside and avoid the cliffs but sometimes it was not possible.  Going up slippery trail is one thing but climbing down slippery rocks is another.  Zac says that I did really well and he was really impressed.  I think he was just inflating my ego so that I'll go hiking with him again.  

We did make it out largely unscathed except for the 6 feet of near vertical rock that I slide ever so gracefully down on my upper thigh and rear end.  I stuck the landing by colliding into a tree and Zac's legs.  He claims he was there to stop me.  I'm not so sure.  I did not cry thankfully but I do have a pretty large scrape to show for it.  Battle wounds, people.  

By the time we reached the bottom again we were covered from head to toe in the red mud that the volcanic nutrients turn the soil here, tree and shrub debris, a fair bit of our own sweat, and in my case a little bit of blood.  And we were very, very wet.  Soaking, saturated to our very cores.  

As we emerged from our secret natural platform 9 3/4 a bus full of white hairs on an organized tour was loading.  There in the front seat were two very cute little old ladies and I will forever remember their faces as Zac and I crawled from the forest like strangely pale aboriginals who had been lost and wandering the peaks of Hawaii for weeks.  He and I shared a smile and he offered his hand as I jumped from the wall to the asphalt.  We strode past the bus, smirking to ourselves aware of the stares, and on to our next task... how to get home without completely ruining the car... 



Editor's Note: I know.  A post without pictures is not a post at all but it has been raining for the last three days with very little relief.  I was afraid to take even my phone out for a photo while were hiking and my camera hasn't left the bag since I got here.  I promise to make it up to you! 

Stay tuned for more!