I got back two days ago from a trip to Kauai with my man Q the Happy Buddha. We camped all over the island and ate offa campfires and propane stoves. It was a fine fine trip. We hiked one day into the NaPali coastal area and found a river site all to our own. Several pools and tiny waterfalls. I laid naked with my balls facing the onrushing water and closed my eyes to the bright sun. It rained slightly as God listened to Qusai tune his voice to the river. For real. He is studying classical Hindustani music and part of the theory is that all things give off vibrations. He sang a song that gave praise to the Lord in Hindi with the river as his band. It was very nice indeed.
Our last two days we camped on the south shore amidst lava flows frozen mid charge into the ocean. We had a protected site and the water was a perfect blue. Humpbacks blew and jumped in the distance and the setting sun was a reflection of the rising full moon. The queen of the night got a little tempestuous in the dead of the night and broke one of our tent stakes in half as me and Q held on for dear life. She calmed down as dawn settled in and we rose to watch Robert and his brother shore-cast for giant trevally. They caught a lobster and grilled him up for lunch.
So now I am back in the dungeon writing about shamans and hobos bout to take the little princess to school. She is showing me her baby clothes cuz she wishes she were still a baby.
Q has some pics and i’ll post them as soon as he sends him.
Oh yeah. On our last day we chilled at the Grand Hyatt and I pretended to be a doctor fresh off of a trip to help children in SE Asia and Q was an Indian steel scion from
Bombay. People would ask us for our room number and I said: look for Qusai Kathawala and Q said look for Sascha Matuszak …
but the event of the day was:
I was watching two little boys ages 6 and 4 swim in the little pool and they were pretty fun to watch. Saying all sorts of cool things; the older one swam from one rock to the other and was like: “here i am moving to my new spot, just settling into my new territory thats all …”
i laughed and told their father he had cute boys. The younger one then jumped off the rock and landed in water two feet too deep for him and started flailing madly. He went under and only his curls and little nose and frightened eyes protruded above water. I stood and adrenaline pumped through me. His father was real calm and told the older one: “hey michael, go get your brother” but michael is 6 and 20 feet away and has no clue what’s going on. The little one went under a few more times and I could see he was panicking and not going to make it out of the water. But dad just stood there and said all calm: “get to the rock son, just swim to the rock”.
I ran through the water and went to pick the kid up, he looked up at me with desperation and reached out with a tiny hand. He weighed about 10lbs and i put him on the rock where he sputtered and cried. Dad looked annoyed and no one would look at me or the kid or the dad. About 10 people in the area and they all pretended not to have seen what went down. I am convinced that that kid would have drowned had I not ran in there.
These damn tourists are so dumb its crazy. In ten days on Kauai I read about 7 deaths. Two young men at the bottom of a waterfall and one old guy who drowned on a snorkeling trip in 10 feet of water. I don’t think certain things register. Or maybe I am tripping. But after about five minutes I was so shook — and its not even my kid — that i said fuck the Hyatt and went to the airport.