Pahoa is a place that time forgot. For many who live there or just pass through it is still 1969. Hair on men and women is long. Life is mellow. Gender is blended and many have a "stash" of whatever. The sidewalks in Pahoa are raised wooden planking, just like in Dodge city when the cowboys were there. There are a lot of restaurants and bars, but not a lot of much else. It's funky. It's fun, in a kind of outlaw way. "Pahoa?" one young girl remarked when we told her where we were staying on the East Side. "It's nice", she remarked. "It's Ghetto, but it's nice". (Just as an aside: it did have the BEST sorbet that we tasted.)

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