vow of poverty

well. spent yesterday faffing. today isnt too much different.
hitched back to hanalei [my new bedroom], sat down with some boy who was passionate about plants and as a result massively boring. he had some shit tat on his leg saying 19?6, it was meant to challenge our ideas about what time we were living in. he also had a tash and faux nerd glasses. twerp.
then hoiked my crap to my usual spot and bumped into a seemingly cool hippy lady. she turned out to have no teeth and be mad. took a vow of poverty after being raped by a satanic cult. now was homeless in hawaii and studied the scripture and kept an eye out for sinning and the devil. she was fairly mad, kept ranting about sin, gods, bastard christians, wicked morals. buzz kill to say the least. pretended to go to the toilet and legged it. the prospect of waking up to a tramp with rotting gums doing some ritual on my tent didn't bode well for a good nights sleep.
today i tried to hitch to Lihue [main town on kauai], made a trusty 'i have chocolate sign', only to find out that tourists have no sense of humour and rude boys find it a good reason to threaten to rob me. caught the bus. turns out theres fuck all in Lihue. apart from wallmart [which will only sell dried fruit if it contains 90% chocolate drops [fat bastards]].
so ye getting abit of island fever. been here 3weeks or something now though so maybe time to move on. planning on doing some volunteer work in oahu. not sure what with but should be a good way to meet people. sitting on a beach surrounded by american sales execs fiddling with their 'cells' or trying to escape mad bums isn't.