When i was in Hawaii i had a few days to do non-work related things. A friend had been to Oahu a few years earlier and told me that one of her favorite places was the Dole Plantation so after the canoe surfing adventure i set out with my trusty map towards the North Shore.
|it looks like botanical fire|
As one might expect the grounds were breath-takingly beautiful, featuring this awesome pointy plant that i had never seen before,
and, of course, pineapples. In fact, there were so many fruit bearing plants that in the parking lot i chuckled to find this sign:
There are a number of things to explore at the plantation - store, restaurant, gardens, world's largest pineapple maze, train ride - but i arrived only two hours before they closed so i had to make a strategic plan to see as much as possible.
If you know me at all i bet that you can guess that my number one option was the train tour; i don't know what it is about little trains, but i LOVE them.
The Pineapple Express took us on a narrated tour through the pineapple fields and grounds of the Plantation:
|hello wooden cutout of a worker|
|hello lychee trees|
|hello gorgeous red soil|
Did you know that pineapples grew on the ground?
Cause i thought that they grew on trees.
They grow on short ground plants that are individually hand seeded,
then hand picked and put on one of these conveyors to be transported to shipping.
The train did a turn around in a beautifully cultivated garden where various shrubs grew in the shape of pineapples.
Also, it took us by a lovely reservoir with mountains in the distance.
|hello cool looking machine that i have no idea what you do|
The train tracks went right in among the plants, sometimes so close that you could reach out and touch them.
Heck, i didn't even know that there were different types of pineapples.
|lordy, isn't it adorable|
|this pink guy is so big it fell over; |
no, i have no idea what variety it is
I don't really think peacock when i think Hawaii, but okay.
After some shopping and wandering i worked up the courage to try the house specialty, a type of soft-serve called Pineapple Whip even though i am no big fan of pineapple:
|if only they had these dishes i definitely would have bought a set|
Here i am enjoying my cone next to a perfect little pineapple.
|i'm Pineapple Pete|
|and whatever the female version of Pineapple Pete is called|
|almost five thousand miles away from home|
[look Rea: one of the fabled last five Hawaii posts]