Luxury  Bob Merce had come with a station wagon and we left the Nambu at 11AM. Stopped at Mauna Kea Beach Hotel (owned by Rockerfeller). Just picture it, a bunch of young, poor hooligans dare to impose their kind upon the rich who normally reside at such a place. We went in for the smorgasboard ($4.50). The food was fantastic, 84 million different dishes to choose from and me with diarreah - but I couldn't resist some pumpernickel bread. I didn't get value for money as the others gorged themselves. Sat with Sean and he told us his life history: piano, guitar player in a nightclub working his way through college.

Long Walk  I walked onto one of the greens to get a picture for Bob F. Saw the truck go past me, but I waved them on not knowing that the car had already gone. So I waited and waited for it, then walked back to the parking lot and couldn't see it. Only one thing to do - hitch. With each car that passed I got madder and madder. I walked the entire desert section getting only two short rides. I got a lift into Waimea by a Hawaiian fisherman who also had a real live hippie in the car. He was from New Jersey and was using hippie language with a pidgin dialect. Said they lived in shacks on the beach and grew their food and, like now, he was going to Waimea to do a little shopping, you know. I had to walk 5-6 miles in a drizzle before being picked up by a boy from Honokaa. He roared up to 90mph and then coasted down hills the last ten miles never going below 60mph. I had little luck from there and walked half of the distance before an old German fellow gave me a lift. I tramped into the school building burning mad and steaming. But I wasn't really mad at anyone but myself.

Movies  Didn't have a chance to eat (cooks saved some food for me) as everyone was off to Hilo, so I jumped into a truck with Piper. It was raining hard and I was chilled on my sunburn. We saw Number One and Planet of the Apes at The Palace. On the way back we gave a lift to some people in the Korea PC group.