Items that are pornographic and bloody are not necessarily ero guro, and vice versa.
He described to us where we would pass the rock wall remnants of an ancient heiau - a native Hawaiian temple - which sparked Jess's interest as she had minored in anthropology.
After a light breakfast, Jess and I packed up for the onward journey to Kalalau.
However, it was not his physique or hair that first caught my attention as he approached with an easy stride.
If he noticed our amazement he did not let on, just bid us aloha with an easy smile and continued on his way to the beach.
It revived us enough that we decided to stroll down to the beach, still au naturel except for flip-flops.
It turned out that Sara's tent was pitched fairly close to ours.
The further along, the more "optional" clothing became on the few people we did encounter, so after pitching our tent at Hanakoa camping area, about six miles in, we just stripped and took a cooling plunge in the rushing stream nearby.