Kauai is reminiscent of Miri so much that I don’t know to laugh or cry at this fact. I had a moment of epiphany while at the dairy section of the supermarket (the only one in the town, of course), as I was sandwiched between two aunties going about with their grocery shopping. The scenario was oddly too familiar.
Like Miri, Kauai has a single main road-slash-highway that stretches end to end of the coast. Like Miri, heavy traffic is nonexistent and one can more or less make one’s own road rules. Unlike Miri, Kauai is much, much bigger with a canyon and lots of mountains but similar to when I’d jungle trekked in Lambir National Park, I did the same at the Waimea Canyon today. The lush green, the humid weather, the sound of the waterfall from a distance…
Today I thought, I can’t believe that I’ve wanted to visit this place for the past year, so much and so strongly …only to realize it’s pretty much like coming home to a place I thought I left behind. Meaning… I traveled 4000 miles to realize a dream, only to learn I have it all along and all the while. I don’t know to laugh or cry at the absurdity of this revelation.
What is it about small towns with big personalities?