It seems as though every inch of ground is sacred. They have laws too that if they own the land, they own the space in the air above it. I have only days left to uncover all the mysteries of Maui. My time has come to an end. No longer can I put things off because there will be another day.
Today is that day.
I have a 1986 Ford Thunderbird, old and rusty with windows that won't go up despite the months of rain. The Filipino ladies would stand in the doorway of the store and laugh at me as I'd run out and tape black garbage bags over the holes to keep some of the water out. The man in the restaurant below us would sigh as I ripped from under my wipers, another ticket from the police because my stickers and registration were wrong. But it's been months since the rainy season, the days are dry and hot and the insurance and registration have long been sorted. I strap my surfboard on the roof in case I get the urge.