Yes. I admit, while in Hawaii, I had hopes of finding the set of Lost. Just a glimpse. Not too much to give anything away. I promised myself that I did not want to see any spoilers to this addictive television show which is filmed in Oahu.

Day one: (North Shore area)
When we first came upon the camp, it wasn’t clear if it was the Lost site, or some local campers. As we approached the camp, it begins to register…I see luggage, and canopies, and big wooden sticks shaped like a stage, no….wait it’s a raft, it’s THE Raft? Get my camera. No, no, just the common area of camp, click, click, looks like the raft, click, click, oh my god, the camp fire, click, click, click, a shelter, click, click, the beach in front of camp, click click, crawl inside of another shelter, click, click, click…props, bottles, shirts, click, click…a banana, yummy, click, a hammock, comfortable, am I really here, quick, click, click, a water catcher, click, what’s in the bottom, fish it out, a script, grab it, they’ll just throw it away, click, I will cherish it forever, I’m so lucky I can barely breath, click, shelter, click, keep walking, leave the camp, sit on the beach, exhale and pinch myself. My friend thinks I have completely lost my mind. I assure her that I have.

I hear a dog, oh my god, is that a Labrador-no way, Vincent. Vincent is here! Running with his trainer, playing, frolicking, warming-up for his big scene. Wow, who else is there, I see people. Click, click…the extras, a fire, they must be ready to start filming, click, let’s walk back over, yeah, yeah, walk, paw prints, Vincent’s, click, click, again reassuring my friend that I have gone insane. I am Lost. Oh my god, the graveyard. Click, click, how many graves, three, three, click, who died, Shannon, Boone and the pilot-did they bury the pilot, can’t remember, click, click, a lot of action at camp. Walk back over there. I am at THE camp. “Hi” to Mr. Brown, an extra I had met earlier. I don’t want to see what they are shooting. Pass the camp. Sit on the beach, watch from afar, click. Who’s that? Mr. Eko. In the bushes. Beautiful. I have to talk to him. Don’t want to bother him. Click. Approach. Completely in character. Not speaking. Thank you for doing a great job, he motions, smiles. Beautiful. A peaceful man. A gentle giant. So beautiful, he’s glowing. I want to touch him, hug him, feel him, be Lost with him. I walk away. Sit back down. Click. Filming has started. Click. Let’s get outta here, I don’t want to see anything else. Return to the path, car and reality.

Day two:
Is that it? My friend drives me by the wreckage of Oceanic Flight 815. She has always wondered, “what the hell it was”…STOP the car! That’s it. What she asks? That’s it! THE PLANE. Holy shit. I go through the gate and am standing in front of the plane. Click, click. Is it okay that I’m here? Sure, no problem. You actually watch that show? Click, click. Yes I do. Oh my god, the plane. It’s huge. Click. I want so badly to climb in the cockpit, pilot the plane. The back is torn open. Click. A suitcase, click. A Trail. Click. Where does that lead to? Don’t go in the jungle? Why? “It’s not safe, chronics live in there, and you have to be careful.” On the island, living in the jungles are real “others.” The locals call them “chronics” because they are chronic drugs users strung out on meth, ice, coke or god-knows-what. That simple statement solidified the authenticity of the “others” and brought the show to life. Now the trail was even more inviting. We trekked, click, mud, bushes, roosters, click, a trail marker, click, wild boar tracks, click, if you see one run up a tree, (yeah right!) click, what’s that, click, not it can’t be, the PIT, it’s covered, click, pull the tarp back, click, details, click, its deep, and wet, click, oh my god can I get in it, no too deep, click, cover it up, click, go, walk, mud, jungle, muddy steps, click, ropes, click, what’s that big thing, click, the Black Rock. Yes. Big, enormous and breathtaking. Click, click, take the tarp off, click, I’m trying, click, hole in the bottom of Black Rock, Arnst blew up here. Click, pull the tarp, what’s that, dust, no, buzzing, keep pulling the tarp back, gotta see it uncovered, click, that sound, buzzing, oh SHIT, bee’s, bees everywhere, run, killer bees, run, run, run, we stirred up a nest. Run. Mud, slip, get up, run. Okay. Slow down. They’re not chasing us anymore. Lets get outta this jungle.

On the road. Reality sets in. Back to Turtle Bay Resort. Many of the cast and crew are frequently seen here, but not today. Today, it’s reality. Just pro surfers lounging by the pool. Some from my hometown of San Diego. Reminds me that I’m supposed to be working. Instead I have a drink, jump in the hot tub and enjoy a stellar sunset in paradise. What a great “trip” it was.

Thanks for reading. Delinda

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In reference to the script I found. It is for epsidoe #212 “Fire and Water” to be aired in January of 2006. Please DO NOT email me about what is in the script, or for a copy. Out of respect for the writers of the show, I am NOT releasing the script or any info contained therein. I’m sure you understand.