Getting down to the Waipi’o Valley black sand beach was quite a hike. Going down is usually no problem for me since gravity is my friend, but going up was no joke. The girls stopped midway and decided to try hitching a ride up the rest of the way. Lucky for us, we didn’t have to wait much longer until a truck was passing through. Unlucky for us, after getting into the car, we realized we probably just got picked up by a serial killer. The conversation was very awkward and I’m pretty sure he was having a conversation with himself. We were each looking around for our weapon of choice, in case we needed to defend ourselves. As we got closer to the top, we didn’t know if he would actually drop us off or keep on driving and kidnap us! The longest ride of our lives… So what happened next?
Since I’m still alive blogging about this, I guess you can see that we did, in fact, get dropped off. He was not a serial killer. BUT he definitely was either schizophrenic or on some serious drugs. End of story. Here’s the beautiful view of Waipio Valley’s black sand beach: