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Lunch in Lahaina

Tuesday, May 10th, 2016 in Hawaii
Lunch in Lahaina

After several days of gloomy weather in Kapalua, we’re ready for some sunshine. We decide to visit Lahaina. We catch the shuttle bus from our hotel and travel southward along Honoapi’ilani Highway for a dozen miles or so. Although Lahaina is not far from Kapalua, the weather there is transformed. The grey clouds and churlish winds give way to cobalt skies, still air, and a blazing hot sun. The improved weather gives us a boost for a short while but we soon begin to swelter.

We duck into the Lahaina Fish Company for some lunch and a short respite from the oppressive heat. I resist the temptation to order the Island Fish and Chips and opt instead for the Maui Reuben Sandwich which features flaked fish in place of corned beef, though in the end I question whether I’ve chosen the healthier option as I intended. I’m so hungry I don’t even notice what Phil orders.

We eat our meals and enjoy our views. From my vantage, I see a disheveled cluster of seaside shacks. Though in desperate need of repairs, the structures still charm. They evoke the iconic plantation style of the island, with their vertical-plank siding and corrugated tin roofs. Phil sits next to me and his view looks westward to the ocean, where a large cruise ship rests not far offshore. We enjoy our meals and relax properly for the first time since our arrival on Maui.

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