Goodbye sweet Hawaii. We enjoyed the beautiful scenery, the tastes and smells. It was fitting that our last glance was the majestic Mauna Kea volcano, the tallest and most active volcano in the world.


















Hualali is the island's third youngest volcano and produced the lava flows that we landed on at the Kona International Airport.


















There are over 200 coffee farms along the Kona coast. We stopped at one to check out the process and buy some 100% Kona coffee to bring home.























The coffee we drink is actually the seed of the coffee bean. This is what it looks like before it's roasted.


















Jeni's favorite photo of the trip. This gecco came within inches of our lunch plates.


















While Erik competed in the Ironman, Jeni and I hung out in town...enjoying the beautiful weather.


















If there is a World Champion cinnamon roll, this one from the Lava Java cafe in Kailua-Kona would win. It was the biggest and most delicious Jeni and I have ever eaten.


















The coral reef gouged up Mik's foot, and this volunteer firefighter helped bandage it up.























The guy in the sweater owned the surfboard rental shop, and as it turned out he was also a doctor....a doctor that played ukele..."you'll live to see another day."


















Escaping from it all? We might have been nearly 3,000 miles from home, but cell phones kept everyone plugged in.


















The last sunset of the trip. It was hard to say goodbye to the sights, sounds of smells of paradise.