Thursday, April 02, 2009
Grave Beer / Maui, Hawaii
There was a small graveyard near a wild green coastline. I stumbled into it by chance.
Beside one of the graves stood two beers. I felt touched. It seemed as if the friends of this guy really missed him. They missed him in a positive way, I guess. The kind of missing that involves drinking some beers on a warm Hawaiian eve while sitting beside the grave of a dear old friend, laughing about his strange habits and staring at the waves.
Not a bad way to be missed like that, is it?
It is strange how different cemeteries are. One I visited a year ago in Vienna was the maximum depressing contrast to the small one on Maui. Click [here] to read more.