The flight from Honolulu to Hawaii was late and last-straw-like in its cramped-ness and its smelliness, but mercifully short. As we headed out of Hilo in our rental car aimed for Volcano Village, the exhaustion of the weird system humans have created for flying in metal tubes set in.
It took a few tries down dark, jungly one-way streets to find the bed-and-breakfast tucked away in a subdivision whose only condition of residency seemed to be German Shepherd ownership.
Luckily, once inside the gates of the At The Crater's Edge Bed and Breakfast (don't ask for breakfast) the dogs magically stopped barking, the birds started singing, and we were led to our jungle hideaway - a room rimmed with windows looking out into a perfectly-kept Hawaiian garden with ten-foot ferns, wild ginger, and all manner of dinosaur greenery.
Our lovely room, as long as you are not into eggs, pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausage, or juice.
|View from our room. Not bad.|
Sleep and dream of volcanos.
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