The ship anchored off shore and we took the tender across, thinking we would have a look around before it got unbearably hot. But it was already very humid and by the time we had found a post office and stopped to write messages to the grandchildren it was very sweaty. They will just have to put up with a very hastily scribbled note this time.
Lahaina is a pretty little town - a bit like Byron Bay in a way. All handmade souvenirs and organic type shops built in colonial/plantation style. No building is allowed to be higher than a tall coconut tree so no high-rise condos or glitzy buildings here.
After we had walked the length of the waterfront in both directions (quite a long walk as it happens) we caught the tender back through the heavy surf and surfers to the boat and air conditioning. Our balcony is on the land side at the moment so we have lovely views of Maui while we read.
Looking out towards Lahaina
In a way a lot of the islands remind us of Banks Peninsula - little if any vegetation and very brown, although the mountains are probably more mountainous than the Port Hills. The other thing that has struck us is how very blue the sea appears - like writing ink from primary school days, similar to the caldera around Santorini.
May give the formal dinner option a miss tonight and sit up on deck to watch the scenery we are passing until dark.
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