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We leave the volcanoes to reach the coastal road. We want to cover the north and east side of the island hoping to discover paradisiac beaches or breathtaking viewpoints. Our Jeep navigates on the bituminous ribbon which juggles among beaches and cliffs. Within the cracks of the steep rock faces, the valleys squeeze a thick vegetation which glides towards the ocean. The northern Polulu valley competes with the southern Waipio valley. Our eyes get lost into the immensity of the landscapes and far down, when the water meets the stone, it dies into a white foam. We take again the road to venture hinterland for a couple of hours. The scenery changes so fast, here we are in the tropical forest. But our presence is not the fruit of chance, that's to encounter a few particles of suicidal water that makes a great leap from the top of a cliff, the Akaka falls.