Some of the Kilauea craters are still smoking.
We paused for lunch at Volcano House, a restaurant with a view over Kilauea's craters. We enjoyed the "Hawaiian special," served in a Japanese bento box. It included tasty bits of fried fish, rice, potato/macaroni salad, green salad, poi, and coconut pudding.
Our neighbor, Nancy Monson, told us that the one adventure we couldn't miss was the night snorkel with manta rays. It was advertised all over the island, and we were glad we made time for it. Groups of tourists, including Dave and I, climbed into the sea without life jackets, but hanging onto a contraption consisting of search lights pointing into the sea, with a metal railing around the outside. Manta rays were attracted by the lights, which lit up plankton in the water. We dangled in the sea for 40 minutes before manta rays appeared, but when they did, it was spectacular. They circled around, as if in a water ballet, with their mouths wide open to scoop up the plankton.

(No, this is not Dave and I, but we looked pretty similar).















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