Welcome To Maui
Maui. This beautiful, tropical island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Pristine, stunning, remote as you always wanted to experience your vacation. Golden, sandy beaches, mountains, crater, hidden waterfalls! The ocean is turquoise, the sky blue, and filled with rainbows.
Welcome to Maui, this is your paradise!
Hawaiians and other residents alike have been in some state of lockdown for the last 6+ months to offer you an (almost) COVID free paradise. We worked really hard on this to ensure you a pleasant and safe experience. So take off your masks, crowd the beaches, and get rid of all respect you thought you might have left. Bargain in our stores because we really need your business.
Welcome to Maui, this is your paradise!
We live on an island. Proud of its beauty and its Aloha spirit. HOSPITALITY in capital letters. So please take advantage of our already short supplies, the voluntarily COVID test, free for you for sure, topped with a convenient Mahalo shopping card, and everything else you can rip us off with. Certainly, we are hoping to have this hospital bed ready and available for you when in need. And Mahalo for helping our economy.
Welcome to Maui, this is your paradise!
We apologize for the wait you had to endure at the airport. We had to come up with some bullshit to make it look safe. And because we were not able to handle this well, we promise to leave you alone and free from here on out, quarantine restrictions or not. Plus, everyone is happy to loan you an ear for your endless complaints of what you had to go through to finally get here.
Welcome to Maui, this is your paradise!
Sailing trips, snorkel tours, bike down a volcano, whale watching, helicopter adventures, hiking trips, tropical farms, fine dining, and a daily exotic cocktail for sunset, you name it and we will deliver. Learn to surf, to dive, or just relax! 2020 has not been without challenges and you deserve the perfect get away. Don’t look any further.
Come to Maui. This is your paradise!
Welcome to Maui, this is your paradise!
Hawaiians and other residents alike have been in some state of lockdown for the last 6+ months to offer you an (almost) COVID free paradise. We worked really hard on this to ensure you a pleasant and safe experience. So take off your masks, crowd the beaches, and get rid of all respect you thought you might have left. Bargain in our stores because we really need your business.
Welcome to Maui, this is your paradise!
We live on an island. Proud of its beauty and its Aloha spirit. HOSPITALITY in capital letters. So please take advantage of our already short supplies, the voluntarily COVID test, free for you for sure, topped with a convenient Mahalo shopping card, and everything else you can rip us off with. Certainly, we are hoping to have this hospital bed ready and available for you when in need. And Mahalo for helping our economy.
Welcome to Maui, this is your paradise!
We apologize for the wait you had to endure at the airport. We had to come up with some bullshit to make it look safe. And because we were not able to handle this well, we promise to leave you alone and free from here on out, quarantine restrictions or not. Plus, everyone is happy to loan you an ear for your endless complaints of what you had to go through to finally get here.
Welcome to Maui, this is your paradise!
Sailing trips, snorkel tours, bike down a volcano, whale watching, helicopter adventures, hiking trips, tropical farms, fine dining, and a daily exotic cocktail for sunset, you name it and we will deliver. Learn to surf, to dive, or just relax! 2020 has not been without challenges and you deserve the perfect get away. Don’t look any further.
Come to Maui. This is your paradise!
Pain
It is pitch black in here, sunless, and I am looking for something I can use as a light,
enabling my blurred vision to gain clarity, or at least dare the next step.
My arms stretch out to feel the inner surface.
Carefully, I explore the bumps and cuts and incisions around me,
my hands sensing scars and fresh gashes. Not caused by a single attack;
but built by a series of strikes and assaults
and condemnations in a lifetime and may even before.
I am inside my wound, my three-dimensional painting, unique and individual,
bearing the overripe fruits of generational hardship, creative additions just crafted today.
I feel the stings in my fingertips as they slightly light up by me touching the surface.
I define different colors: Ruby red for betrayal, emerald green for despair,
ivory for the death of a loved one.
I am performing magic as I design rainbows on the inner walls
while my fingers play on the obstacles like musical hands play on a piano.
This is the moment when sound pays a visit. Uninvited.
Distant screams, howling, piercing cries, people barking, ear-splitting shrills,
which make me rush my hands up to close up my ears. Silence. Almost.
I still can hear my tears dropping off my cheeks sounding like little,
pretty bells hitting the ground. I look down. Wherever they touch,
the surface changes as rain would caress soil. Soothing, somewhat nourishing.
enabling my blurred vision to gain clarity, or at least dare the next step.
My arms stretch out to feel the inner surface.
Carefully, I explore the bumps and cuts and incisions around me,
my hands sensing scars and fresh gashes. Not caused by a single attack;
but built by a series of strikes and assaults
and condemnations in a lifetime and may even before.
I am inside my wound, my three-dimensional painting, unique and individual,
bearing the overripe fruits of generational hardship, creative additions just crafted today.
I feel the stings in my fingertips as they slightly light up by me touching the surface.
I define different colors: Ruby red for betrayal, emerald green for despair,
ivory for the death of a loved one.
I am performing magic as I design rainbows on the inner walls
while my fingers play on the obstacles like musical hands play on a piano.
This is the moment when sound pays a visit. Uninvited.
Distant screams, howling, piercing cries, people barking, ear-splitting shrills,
which make me rush my hands up to close up my ears. Silence. Almost.
I still can hear my tears dropping off my cheeks sounding like little,
pretty bells hitting the ground. I look down. Wherever they touch,
the surface changes as rain would caress soil. Soothing, somewhat nourishing.
