Kaimusailing

I was settling into a few days of transition of time, jet lag, biorhythms out of sync, and my schemes to shorten the process were to no avail. It was not bad, though, to wake up at 4 AM ready for the day, turn on the Tour de France, but now the tour is finished and I may be finished with jet lag. My nephew has a Trek mountain bike and we lubricated it and I adjusted the seat and have ridden it around the neighborhood. My fear is that my family’s notorious fixation on food would balloon me up in weight, so I need a way to burn calories, also have to keep the calorie intake down.
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I rode up into an area called Waiakea Uka, the uplands of the city of Hilo. It is a steady climb and I got a good workout. When I finally gave up the climb and headed downhill, the bike was flying along and I lost my ball cap and had to climb again to go back and pick it up. I know it is a cliche that while the tour is going on every cyclist on earth dusts off their unused bicycle and goes out and rides.
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The food came in quantity and quality. Fried rice, stewed pork, cole slaw, lau lau, which is meat of any kind wrapped in taro leaves and boiled, and finally a friend of my brother’s stopped by with tree ripened avocados while my brother was cleaning huge shrimp for the barbie. I volunteered to make a shrimp, avocado, and pasta dish and it didn’t turn out too badly. I forgot to mention the grilled Big Island steak my brother made the night before. Grass fed beef. All I can say is the meal was remarkable, so I am remarking about it. Now the leftovers are piling up.
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My plan was to ride every other day and so I went out again and after about 10 minutes the clouds let go a deluge that had me soaked. When I returned I found I had to do laundry to get a clean pair of dry shorts, so the dirty laundry went into the washing machine. Then the washing machine gave an F11 error, which is no communication between the control board and the motor control board. I ended up borrowing a pair of shorts and taking the basket of now wet clothes to my brother’s and washing them there. Our attempts to diagnose and fix the broken washer were to no avail until my nephew persisted and got it working somehow.
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My brother’s house has birds visiting and tropical chickens lurking in the undergrowth. There is a flock of doves that visit to feast on the bird seed that he spreads out. The chicken hens come out of the weeds with their chicks and the roosters strut around making a racket. They are very noisy. The Java Sparrows arrive to eat at a bird feeder. I was unable to get a good photo of them, but here is a photo of one of the colorful roosters strutting across the lawn.