I remember as if it was yesterday, as a child holding a big, red atlas in my hands and wondering about the vastity of the world, pressing it tightly against my chest, while closing my eyes and dreaming of worlds not yet discovered. To me, a child of then ten, those worlds were a distant dream, a mere drawing on a book... Romania, my native country, was then under heavy Communist rule, which meant that the borders were shut. Foreign travel was strictly prohibited and frowned upon by the Soviet-style communist regime. To us, the idea of travel was a foreign, utopian and non-existent concept. As foreign perhaps as seeing bananas or other exotic fruit, which were imported only on special occasions and very special holidays.
As years passed, and the regime fell, I found myself moving to America, which opened many doors of opportunity, most of which, if not the most important one for me: the freedom of travel.
As I embark on another vacation-style adventure to, this time, the Big Island of Hawai'i, I carry with me that ten-year old's insatiable thirst for discovery, knowledge, that immortal spirit of adventure and communal oneness with the world and its nature. I shall update this blog from the road with many pictures, comments, photos. Aloha...
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