We flew to Molokai from Maui in a Dash 11-seater turboprop aircraft. Our pilot, sitting in his seat through the open cockpit door, told us to buckle up our lap and 
our shoulder belts, just like in an F1 car.
After just a few seconds of taxiing, the Dash was up in the air, and we banked to turn toward the water separating Maui from the much smaller island of Molokai.
A few minutes later, when we got over Molokai, the land was unlike anything I’ve ever seen from the air. Bright green grooves, like gigantic tentacles, streamed down from a high altitude. There are few visible trees, just what look like grooves, with a few roads winding up to the summits.
