I’ve never heard wind Howl so loud like it did last night. I felt like at any minute we would be lifted up inside the cyclone just like Dorothy Gale. At breakfast I asked Bike if she had seen La Pelicula de Mago de Oz. She laughed and said she felt scared like Dorothy too. Despite last night’s crazy weather, there was a mix of blue sky and storm clouds in the morning. We headed up to Oronga Volcano to peer over the crater’s rim and then onto the village of Oronga were the Cult of the Birdmen lived up until 1865. Every now and then the road would be blocked by the biggest cows you could imagine. They made our dairy cows look like little miniature cows. The huge cows had no fear of us either, but they had big horns, so we gave them the right of way on the road.
We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring caves, lava tubes and looking for petroglyphs and we ended the day by watching the sunset over Tahai.
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