On Friday evening, we went out to watch a windsurfing film première at Café Mambo, in Paia. ‘Minds Wide Open’ was the name of the film, and was impressive to say the least. The café was packed, we stood outside and watched the film through the open bay windows. The quality and precision of film was excellent, not to mention the snippets of windsurfing skills and giant waves.
When the film ended, we went to grab a few drinks in Charley’s bar, and ended up drinking and dancing there until the doors shut. A French DJ played the last set, and entertained the crowd with some electro dance, followed by some good old dub step, which I admittedly have a shameful soft-spot for. I think that if love was a video game, dub step is what it would sound like.
Saturday was a grey day, so I stayed in and had a chic-flic moment. I watched ‘How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days’, which had its moments but all in all did a good job at making me cringe. I did however enjoy the journalism side of the story which inspired me to write more. I then made it down for margaritas at Café des Amis for 5PM, l’heure de l’apéro. I was also looking forward to what I had read in the Maui Time – an Argentinian guitarist was going to host the evening with some spanish guitar playing. True to his South American roots, he arrived about 1h30 late – so his performance was highly anticipated.
And it so rightly was because this music was truly worth it – it made me travel back to Europe, in Las Ramblas of Barcelona, cobbled streets of Sardinia or some similar setting. Spanish guitar is incredibly romantic, and one of the boys at the table I was sat at put it nicely: ”All the couples sitting at this café must be saying such wonderful things to one another with this playing in the background”, and I couldn’t have agreed more.
A more pressing matter was on the party’s mind Saturday evening though: Mishka, a budding solo reggae artist from the Caribbean was going to play at Charley’s bar. So, after being swayed and serenaded enough by the charming Argentinian, we made our way down the streets of Paia, to the bar, paid our way in and waited for Mishka’s concert. Mishka has a very interesting background – he grew up on a sail boat, traveling from one Caribbean island to the next with his family. As he aired in the bar, speaking with various enthused fans who looked enamored, he blended in very well – he wore a Rastafarian beanie hat, some unassuming clothes, and smiled a lot. Kyle, a Canadian friend of mine, asked me whether I was ready to whip out my camera and take a photo of him with Mishka, as he was going to brave it up and ask him to be photographed with him. Upon asking him ”Are you Mishka?”, to be certain it was him, the musician replied ”I think so, yes,” in his charming Caribbean accent.
His performance was excellent – his vocals, guitar and aura took the stage and pleasantly impressed us all. I would pay close attention to the popularity of this artist, because I predict he is going to become a big hit. His songs are catchy, his style is unique, his guitar playing is captivating, and his overall vibe is enamoring. When I looked at the crowd’s reaction, I could tell they were feeling what I was too – a feeling of luckiness to witness the creations of this musician so close up.
Sunday night, we went out to the infamous Fish Market of Paia, as I was told it would be a mistake not to go and eat here before I leave. Admittedly, my ‘Hawaii for Dummies’ book recommended I go to from the outset – I remember reading about the restaurant before even landing in Maui. A very laid back diner type atmosphere, hanging fish ornaments, a generously priced menu and many very hungry men occupied the place. I had a Mahi fish burger, which was delicious.
Tomorrow I will need to start packing away my belongings, and get ready to begin writing chapter II of the travel adventure…