I’M KNEE-DEEP IN RICH, BLACK OOZE THAT squelches and splutters like the lava it was borne from, my feet anchored in the aqueous, bowel-like depths of a traditional Hawaiian lo’i, or taro patch. As I attempt to move my feet, I’m laying newspaper over a built-up mound, patting it down with water and mud before covering it with a palm frond in preparation for tomorrow’s planting of kalo (taro) tubers.
This hands-on, messy and frankly hilarious, this working cattle ranch now also offers two-hour ‘Malama Experiences’, teaching participants about giving back to the land that sustains them, allowing them to connect with traditional Hawaiian culture on a deeper level.
