Nausea keeps
me off thrill rides. So, trepidation
merged with eagerness as we walked into Blue Hawaiian Helicopter’s house across
from Lihue’s airport terminal.
BHH has its
own, extremely tidy terminal, compared to a booth or a VW van, which provides assurance. Also, they sold hats, T-shirts, toys, but not
last wills and testaments.
Kauai is, literally,
Fantasy Island. Tattoo yelled, “De plane, De Plane” from here. Jurassic Park was here.
Jagged, green volcanoes rise from the sea on
the north shore.
450 inches of rain per
year on Mount Wai’ale’ale keep the waterfalls flowing on that side.
On the dry,
west side, Waimea Canyon’s red walls might be enough to risk a helicopter ride
all by itself, not to mention the coastlines that define an island.
By the time
we returned, 50 minutes later, we felt like kids who splash landed from twisty
water slide and wanted to run to the top and do it again.
More photos here. We'll see if we can load the 50-minute video on Youtube.
