Aw, my last day in Kona. Time to see what the area's famous for! Besides the sandy beaches. Yay for Kona coffee and Kona macadamia nuts!
First, though, because it was our last morning there, I have to show you this picture of our accidentally enormous hotel room. We went through Priceline and ended up with a 1 bedroom, 2 bathroom, porch-having time-share place, the Kona Coast Resort. It was a bit odd for two people to have so much space - I kind of wanted to adopt a family and install them in the living room with its fold-out couch.
Since we were only there for 2 nights, we weren't able to take advantage of the huge kitchen, or the place settings for 6.
We drove into town for our Labor Day breakfast, only to find out that the place I'd wanted to check out, famous for its taro pancakes (U-Top-It), was closed on Mondays dammit. So we ended up at Island Lava Java, a terrible plan with horrendous consequences.
OK, actually, just bad food. No consequences. I had a mcmuffiny thing that was dry and weird, and Logan got a wrap with curdly, overcooked scrambled eggs, under-ripe crunchy pineapple, and rubbery greasy bacon. Bad choice, us.
Ooh, I didn't mention the sad little limp papaya garnish and that weird watery salsa! My bad.