We arrived in Hilo @ 10:00 AM this morning, but it didn’t do us any good as I got sick last night with a nasty GI infection and was quarantined in our suit for 24 hours restricted to clear broths and Jell-O. Sandy didn’t get whatever it was, but she didn’t feel all at that well either. They sent in a perky little nurse straight out of the movie, Fargo, a mask and rubber glove wearing team of stewards to strip down and freshen up our suite and a bunch of forms to complete for the CDC.
Hilo is heavily over casted today and since the last time we visited this side of the island we had issues with Madame Pele, the Volcano Goddess of Fire. There’s an old folk tale about not removing souvenirs from the Volcano area, particularly lava rock. (I didn’t heed the warning and within 15 minutes of picking up a rock and putting it in the trunk of our car, we had locked ourselves outside the running rental car, in the middle of Volcano National Park, miles from the closest Ranger Station). So this must be Pele’s way of welcoming us back to Hilo.
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