PND

I have developed PND (Post Nasal Drip), and I feel awful. Perhaps hiking seven miles in the rain last Friday, sleeping in the rain Friday night and hiking another seven miles again on Saturday wasn't what my body needed. Of course staying up until midnight on Saturday night might not have been so swift either.

John and I went to the Ah-Dunno in Kona, a smokey, outdoor bar and grill. (The sign said 'Grill', but I don't think there was anything but liquid food on the menu). We went there to hear Scott Belsky sing. Scott is my second cousin. When Greataunt Rae heard that we were on our way to Hawaii, she gave me his number so we could look him up.

Once I found out the name of the bar where he was playing, I asked at a local gift shop how to get there. The conversation went something like this:

"Can you tell me where the A-H-D-U-N-N-O is?" I asked. I spelled it out since I wasn't sure if this was a Hawaiian word with a funny pronunciation.
"I dunno," said the man near the counter.
Hmmm, well at least it wasn't the common Hawaiian yes or no answer, I thought to myself.
"Why do you want to know?" the man asked.

I wondered if all visitors to the island required a formal explanation for their questions. "My cousin is in the band," I answered. That was as much as I was going to offer.
"Yeah," the man said as he gave me a once over glance. "I thought you looked like Scott."

I'm not exactly sure what part of me he was looking at to come to that conclusion. There isn't any family resemblance at all. But he seemed satisfied that I wasn't going to hold-up the place so he gave me directions. I thanked him and took my leave.

Finally, at the Ah-Dunno, we sat back and listened to two sets of music from the seventy's with Scott wailing out tunes from The Grateful Dead, Stevie Ray Vaughn, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd and Jimmy Hendrix. It was a nice reprieve from the hula music we have been inundated with everywhere else.

After the first set, Scott came over to talk. He invited us to stay at his house and we accepted. It meant a real bed, how could we refuse. Finally, at midnight, with our lungs exposed to sufficient quantities of second-hand smoke, we went to sleep. Sometime during the night, my nose woke up, and it hasn't stop running since.