'Hale' means house and this is a bamboo hale which was pre-fabricated in sections in Viet Nam. The owner of the company lived next door to where I stayed and is looking for parnters in different parts of the world . Presently, he is building one in AriZona and one at a ski resort in Europe. Backyard guest house would be nice. I could see one at Leakey . .. . . just add stilts.
Below is a pic of my daily reminder that my residence was a Tantric Retreat Center. Shortly after meeting me, the owner told me he had slept with over 1000 women. (He had lived at Esalen for 12 years, mostly in the free love years) When I checked out, I told him his head count was not a great come on line.
My residence here is somewhat more camp like but with phones (808-965-9988) and dial up computers. These pics show the facilities - my palapa, throne room, hot tub, showers.. This place is more getting down with the jungle - like waking up at home with Bob Whites, I wake up here to Bo Peep, Bo Peep - only here it is frogs, not birds.
Pangaia is in the rainforest - 100+ inches of rain a year. To grow ornamentals such as the ones we babied under grow lights during the winter, one chops off some from another, digs a shallow hole and voila - instant lush garden appears in an afternoon. All the dirt here is 'young', this area was covered in lava, known as aa in 1960. (pic) Fruit trees from Central America grow quickly here so we have papayas, bananas, rolimias, durians, mame zapotes, jabodicavas and others I still can't pronounce. So gardening means getting hot and steamy whilst pulling weeds and picking food for lunch, then going into the pond (pic) and scooping off the water plants to mulch the garden. Never-ending supply of mulch and a baptizing water moment for the supplicant in one trip to the Church of Dirt - Hawaii. This is known as sustainability on permaculture land.
Tonya and I came to call ourselves Peace Sluts as we went from march to rally to peace meditation gathterings over the last year and a half. So I hooked up with the local agitators who have been gathering for peace here at the Federal Building in Hilo for 162 straight weeks. The Buddhists sit on one side of the street and the Christians stand with signs on the other. I went back and forth during the 2 hours of the protest.
Beloved Hanna, the off-spring of a Japanese mother and a Texas Jewish father, and the next generation Pangaian who will eat the good (and monoatomic elements willing - supersized) durians and cacao fruit that we planted for her.
