Pam’s Hawaii Travel Diary
June 10-19, 2002
|I hadn’t taken a decent vacation in over a decade, so I took the plunge and went to Hawaii. I had been once before in the 80s (assignment for a job), and always wanted to return. I decided early on that I would keep a journal of all the things that happened along the way. I took notes on my Palm VIIx and the accessory folding keyboard. This worked out great, since I could capture my thoughts anywhere and then I downloaded it all when I got home, ready for web use, the fruits of which you will see below.|
Some of the pictures here were taken with my Palm (with a Kodak digital Palmpix attachment), but most were taken with my old-school Nikon 35 mm. A few of the images here were ripped from the web to add “color” to my descriptions of things. Hope you enjoy this long and sometimes weird adventure!
Note: Most scenic pix can be enlarged by clicking on them.
Pix w/full diary (this page) | Mostly travel pix only
Day 1, part 1 - Travel Day
Monday, June 10
4:30 AM: Gave Bailey and Red a final goodbye -- oh I'll miss my babies -- and hear my ride at the door. Got to the airport at 5AM: Annette, my Old West Durham neighbor (and who's petsitting), graciously offered to take me. Checking in was a breeze compared to last Oct. (after 9/11). They had the new fed bag checkers working; it was much more professional than the chaos and ineptitude last year when I flew to NYC in October. I was wanded thoroughly, and one of my bags was checked/tested with a chemical swab. You had to show your ID before you could board.
I checked one large rolling bag --hope it makes it all the way to Hilo w/o incident -- had two carry-ons. One is a small duffel, the other a nice canvas shopping bag that zips. Both are packed tight with stuff. I wisely wore a fanny pack with my ticket and driver's license for easy access.
The flights -- Hawaii is 6 hours behind the east coast (w/daylight savings time). I have 4 flights, totaling 17 hours. Ugh.
Flight 1: RDU to St. Louis.
Uneventful. Had an aisle seat and sat about at the middle of the plane. My seatmate was a minister that drove to RDU from Wilmington for the cheaper fare. He said it is $400 more from his airport. He is attending some sort of conference. I slept on this flight, which was about 90 minutes. American only served bevarage on this flight; I passed.
Flight 3: LAX to Honolulu
Another 767-300, with a 2-3-2 config. Another aisle seat, by the wing. My seat mate is an 18-year-old girl that just graduated and she is going back to visit family in Honolulu (she's been in Ohio) for the first time in a couple of years. This flight is about 5 and a half hours. I hope they serve real food at some point. The in-flight movie is The Shipping News. I don't think I'll pay for this one either. The pilot says that it's about 86 degrees in Honolulu. Food was roast beef/potatoes, w/green beans, salad w/olive oil dressing, a roll, and a brownie, which I gave to Melissa.
The landing was uneventful. Saw Pearl Harbor and the AZ memorial as we came in.
Flight 4: Honolulu to Hilo
It is quite humid here; the terminal has a lot of open atrium areas. Getting to the inter-island flight on Aloha Airlines was a pain (shuttle, ticketing, security). My shoes (!) set off the scanner, so they had to be X-rayed. Finally got to the gate. Have 45 minutes to wait. I am tired. This flight should be about 50 minutes. There's supposed to be a shuttle from Kalani waiting for me.
Ron from Kalani picked me up at the airport. Babette, one of the volunteers there, is making Thai food for us.
Day 1, part 2 - Arriving at Kalani
It's dark when we arrive, so I don't have a great look at the facilities. That will have to wait until morning. It's been raining off and on since arriving on the Big Island.
Ron takes me to the check in and to get the key to the room. We go to the Lanai dining area and eat. Apparently Ron is partners with Richard (Koob), the owner of Kalani. We eat, and then I am driven to the monkeypod tree house, room 22.
* the people are friendly. Ron and Richard and (?) Kathy at the front desk are very accommodating. They clearly want me to feel welcome.
* Location of my room: Room 22 has a view of the ocean and the horse pasture, though I will not see that until tomorrow. It is also near the yoga classes.
* Layout of the room: it is large, and has a futon and a wicker chair and sofa, there is also a desk and a small fridge.
* my cell phone has no service here. It must be too remote here. That bothers me a lot, I would at least like call Tim (my brother), who's staying on the Kona side of the island.
* there is no phone in the room; the closest one is in the main office. I'll have to use my phone card to make calls.
* there is a gecko/lizard that apparently gets in the room; it had left poop in the bathtub, which Ron washed out. Great. Reptile night visitors.
Of course now, I have to think the unthinkable -- can I last 6 days here? It feels like if the bug situation doesn't improve that will really kill me ability to relax. The phone thing is also problematic for me. I don't like feeling stranded in any way.
* Bugs! There was a giant palmetto bug (aka fucking flying roach) in the bathroom. That nearly made me flee right there. Ron caught it though. Later, as I start unpacking my stuff to take a shower, I notice lots of flying bugs, mostly small ones that I don't recognize. I hope they don't bite. Let's put it this way -- I'm not taking my stuff out of the Spacebags. I am glad I have everything, even toiletries, in Ziplocs so I don't bring any "wildlife" home.
* No A/C. There is a fan, and there is a breeze, but I wonder what it is like if it is very humid and hot.
* Storming: around 9PM local time, it starts really pouring, and there is a tin roof, and it is deafening. I know I won't sleep, now. This weather needs to clear pronto, or I'll get no tan!
So, now I'll have to figure out how to go to bed. It's about 9PM and I am exhausted. I manage to fall asleep. Then the ants get in the bed and bite my legs.
Around 11, some people came in to the downstairs room and began playing (I think) an electric piano and singing. Not loudly, but it woke me. I began drifting off again and then I heard a "pa-dump, pa-dump, pa-dump" noise, quick like a cat scampering across the room. I think I'm dreaming and roll over. About 2 minutes later I hear the same noise. I sit up in bed and turn on the light. I have a flashlight, so I point it over to the right side of the room where the noise is coming from and I don't see anything. It has to be a gecko/lizard or something. I cannot see it though. All I know is if it gets on the bed I will be screaming. Why do I feel like I am on Survivor or something? I leave on the bedside light; this seems to keep whatever it is quiet. I lie down. I look up at the ceiling and there are these either 1) baby flying roaches/palmetto bugs or 2) some other kind of beetle. I also notice a big "palmetto bug" walking on the rafters. Great. I don't think I can stay here for 6 days.
Around 3:30 AM I am awakened again by another downpour. It's incessant. I don't have boots, only swim shoes, but I better wear those when I go downstairs, because it is likely a mess out there. I go to the bathroom and it's fine in there; I don't see any bugs, geckos or flying roaches (let's just call them FFR for short - f*cking flying roaches). I go to the sink to wash my face and see something moving on a ziploc bag that has my shower stuff in it -- it's another FFR! I don't have anything to kill it; you know what -- I don't care. All my sh*t is sealed up, so it cannot get anything. No point in freaking out.
Day 2, part 1 - Action Plan
Tuesday, June 11
* stay with Miranda and Tim one night. They could pick me up.
* I could ask someone here to drive me to the airport so I can rent a car. I could check out, and drive to Miranda and Tim. Seems kind of pointless, but I could use the opportunity to see the island on my own as I drive to Kona. If I stay there a day, then I'll have to change my plane ticket and leave out of Kona.
First plan of action is to get to the phone. I can do a local call for 50 cents from the front desk. You're limited to 5 minutes, so that's not particularly helpful. I'll have to discuss my dissatisfaction with Ron before I call Tim. That may determine what I do about staying. He might be able to give me a ride back to the airport, but I'll have to pay them, which is OK. I wonder if I will be penalized for breaking my reservation. I am sure I will. But I don't think I want to waste my time here if I am miserable with the bug situation. Certainly they don't want a bad review on my web site, lololol. Too late.
I am sure this is all sounding like the ravings of a mad woman that's been up over 24 hours. Maybe once day breaks and hopefully the sun comes out, things will seem better, though I cannot imagine another sleepless night here, knowing the FFRs are in here. It feels like I am camping outdoors. This thing is all screened in, but it clearly isn't sealed well, since all sorts of little nagging flying things are in here. I haven't noticed getting really bitten by them (yet). I did bring repellent.
Last thing I need is a vacation from hell that I allow to last for days on end, though. so I need to decide when to pull the plug.
5:30 AM: It is starting to get light out, and I hear that "pa-dump" noise again. When I get up to investigate, I can see what was making the noise -- horses! They are just outside my window, below in the pasture. They must have been running around out there during the storm, under my tree house. OK. That's one small sigh of relief. Perhaps, once it is light, I will be able to lie down for a bit and rest.
I can now see outside my treehouse fairly well (5:45 AM), and the site is indeed pleasant.
Large pasture, with the ocean waves audible. You can also see the ocean from the tree house, but it is in the distance. Actual beach access is close, but it's about a mile down the road. Clothing-optional, of course, lololol. Yeeah, right, not for me.
It's still overcast and humid.
Day 2, part 2 - Up and about
So, I got dressed around 6:15 AM and went outside with my Palm cam to take pix of the area. It's not raining, the horses are out playing and grazing. I walked the entire campus; I had one guy in a car pass me on the road and splash mud on me, but he was the only person I saw other than the guy cleaning the pool. It is a fairly large place, with paved and gravel trails, with the main office in the middle of the grounds. My tree house is viewable from the entry road. I took pix there and at the entrance to Kalani.
As I type this, there are all sorts of little bugs traveling across the floor, no FFR though. Can I make it another night here? Geez. It will be torture. I'll have to see.
8:45AM: I went to breakfast on the Lanai. Met Ron again; told him about the FFR problem and he said someone would come address it. He introduced me to this guy, Darrin, who is the IT guy there and we talked about the phone lines and the internet access. He has about 10 workstations there that he supports. He ran an extension of the phone line from a telephone pole 2 miles away. The best they can get is about 33.6 bps, or half of what most people have with dial-up. He was a funny guy.
The food at breakfast (7:30-8:30) was scrambled eggs, potatoes, grits, and some tofu dish scramble. There was fresh fruit, cereal, all kinds of muffins/toast and coffee/tea. Was tasty, but needed some salt, lol. I didn't eat much since I have a yoga class at 10AM.
I come back to the office and swipe in. I only have to pay for the days I stay and they will prorate the rest. I call Tim on the cell and let him know that I will be brave and stay one more night. I hope I don't regret toughing it out. I will call them tonight in a panic if I am besieged by the FFR.
At breakfast, Ron also told me a good place to go walking later. If I come out to the main road and turn left, there is a path to a lookout point where you can watch the waves break on the lava rock and meditate. I definitely want to go there.
Day 2, part 3 - Yoga and such
I didn't fall asleep in it, but it was a netherworld state where I forgot where I was, hearing the birds outside the hall, the warm breeze coming in. It was fantastic.
It's too bad she doesn't teach this again until Thursday, when I'll be gone. I don't think I'll do the Hatha class tomorrow since it is at 4PM and I think it will be too hard. I will likely go to the rainbow room when it is unoccupied in order to do some practice on my own with my props. I will need to take a couple of towels to do it though.
There is a restorative class on Saturday that will be held. Maybe Tim and Miranda will want to come to it if they are still on that side of the island.
I wish my phone worked in the damn room. I'll have to go out to the main building/gift store and buy a rain slicker next time it lets up.
I hope that I am not bored silly all day. There is a weaving class that is at 3PM in the cafe. I want to try that.
Went to lunch. Had a chicken salad and cup of tea, and a maple scone. The iced tea is flavored (peppermint). Bleh. Ate with a nice couple from San Jose, CA. Both were in my yoga class. They had ants in their bed last night as well when they came in (they arrived ahead of me). They almost left too, but used the Raid and took care of it; they are also leaving tomorrow. They said the walls are thin between (they are on the other side of the wall from me) and they can hear everything, not that I was making noise. Like me, they are unhappy with the accommodations, but like the people, the classes and the food.
What was worth it all...
Tried the cell again. Got disconnected. The lack of consistent service here sucks. I may call Tim from the office when I call tonight.
Right now I am sitting at the pool; there is a hot tub out there too. No one is here right now except the guy that taught the tai chi class. The weaving class starts in a few, so I'll hang out here till around 3 pm. It's nice and quiet. Most of the guests are out snorkling (like the couple from San Jose) or seeing the volcanoes. It's overcast again. The weather on this side of the island is weird.
Day 2, part 4 - Weaving and evening
So I went to weaving class, taught by Lynda, where I made myself a bracelet. It's not bad, clearly flawed, but ok enough to be passable. Lynda was really funny. She is this flaky woman in her late 50s, with her curly hair dyed about 4 shades of blonde. She has this motherly vibe, but has a voice that is quiet and whiney, sort of like a mild Penny Marshall. It's hysterical. Some of the young (early 20s) boys that volunteer here in exchange for room and board, came in and greeted her. One of them had a bad cut from surfing on his hand and Lynda took us outside and showed us a plant that islanders use to put on wounds. She had the guy chew a leaf, then place the cud on the open sore. She said it has a alum-like chemical in it that causes the wound to close up.
That class ended around 5PM, so I went walking around and came back to the room around 5:30. I was very tired all of a sudden (my body still thinks it's 12:30 AM), so I lie down and put on my headphones to listen to a guided meditation MP3, put on an eyebag, and I drift off to sleep.
I woke up around 6:15, so I need to dash off to dinner. I get up and stumble out of my treehouse and down to the meal hall, which is about a quarter mile walk away. Some people actually drive there; this seems ludicrous, given there's a decent walking path. Anyway, there's Koi fish (cajun style), salad, green beans and cauliflower, and some sort of wheat/sunflower bread. It was tasty. I ate alone, even though that nice retired couple from San Jose was there, as was Ron. I felt tired and just wanted to eat and go back to my room and meditate.
I tried my cell phone when I left the meal hall, and I had a message from Tim on it that was broken up from his bad transmission. I assume it is about the plan for tomorrow. I try calling back, but my connection is weak and I get his voicemail. I stopped by the main office (which is between the meal hall and my room) and called using my calling card and the land line, and left a message for him. I told them I would check out at noon tomorrow and that they could call the main desk for directions to Kalani.
I went back to the room and wanted to rest, but I decided to go walking again to the lookout point. I packed up some towels and walked out there. When I was on the path to the point itself, I saw that there was a couple of people there. Oh well. I know not to come at dusk, lol. I turned around and came back to the room. I remind myself to head back out there in the AM and take a picture of the point itself.
I get in my jammies, and continue reading Fast Food Nation, getting about a 1/3 of the way through. Then I doze. briefly.
I awaken to the sound of another downpour! We are definitely either in a rainy season, or this part of the island just gets rain like this every day (some areas do, such as the Kona coffee fields). I have the fan on in the room, and it isn't really that humid, relatively speaking.
Day 3, part 1 - Getting up and getting ready to go
Wednesday, June 12.
Recommendations on things from Clint and Gail at Volcano National Park, since they were there before coming to Kalani:
* Reiki: Barbara Golden, Rainbow Rainforest Retreat. Gail and Clint stayed there.
* Good food: The Lava Rock Cafe, town of Village. Also: Kiluea Lodge, Volcano Village. Ice cream sundaes.
* Thai food is great at Thai Thai restaurant.
* Cheap shopping: At the TrueValue hardware store in town, upstairs is a souvenir shop, that beats the prices almost anywhere around here.
Day 3, part 2 - On the road
Here are some of the places Tim and Miranda took me --
* It was off to Akaka and Kahuna Falls for more pictures. To get to them you had to take a paved but often steep path. Not painfully long, It's worth the stop, though, the view is amazing.
* The next stop was the point at Laupahoehoe, where the waves were breaking high. This location was the site of a tsunami disaster in the 1940s that killed a class of teenagers and teachers that was on a field trip there. It has many large lava rocks that jut out at the water where you can wade in at low tide. It was high tide here and it was easy to just go in a few feet and get pelted by some big waves. Tim almost got caught in one when we were taking pictures.
* We reached Waupio Valley – it rained, but it was still majestic.
* On the way through Parker Ranch country, we stopped to try and capture a pic of an awesome rainbow.
Dinner was at Kona Inn Restaurant in downtown Kona, where we watched the sun go down as we sat on its patio. There were men out on the ocean in Outrigger canoes, braving the fairly rough waters. I picked up some postcards at a local store, Tim went to a Borders to get a jazz CD and we stopped at Wal-Mart to buy film. I have to remember to shop at a Wal-mart when I get to Oahu, because they have lots of touristy stuff at good prices, even locally made dresses and shirts that cost an arm and a leg elsewhere.
Miranda's father Walter owns the house way up on a hill in Kailua-Kona that Tim and Miranda are staying at. The house has an attached, but private, guest bedroom and bath that has a double bed and two sofa bunks.
Tony is a tiler and Sharie works at the Hilton Waikoloa north on the Kohala Coast. We were introduced and we had an interesting and funny conversation about the wild boars/pigs that come down the mountain for water. Tony killed 27 wild pigs over the last couple of years. He showed us a photo album of the catches. Those beasts are no "Babe"s; they are mean and ugly and charge people. The largest one they caught was over 200 lbs and it had to be shot when it ran at/attacked Sharie's father in law. We settled in the room after a while and I took a shower and went to bed. We have to pack in the AM for our 2-day trip to Volcanoes National Park.
Back on the road to The Place of Refuge, where fugitives from the law in ancient days would be forgiven...if they could make it there. Lots of pix here, we goofed around on some of them.
We went to the Kona Cafe for pie and then drove off to South Point. It is at the southmost tip of the island, a desolate place where it’s very windy. This is also the southernmost point of the U.S. -- the next closest continent is Antartica! They have windmill generators there. We went all the way out to the edge. We each picked a point out there where we could meditate and just marvel at the waves hitting the huge lava boulders. I am actually typing this while perched on the edge of a cliff; the sheer drop beneath me to the rocks below is both frightening and exhilarating; I had to grasp my stylus that I typed with in my fist tightly; the wind gusts were that strong. I gripped my Palm like a vise.
Tomorrow I'll get up to make that 7:30 yoga class at Wellspring Yoga Center and the have a breakfast and then come back and finish up my postcards. I saw that there was a post office down the road so I'll take advantage of that and mail them off. While I'm at yoga, Tim and Miranda will go hiking in the Volcano Park to do a trail that will be over in few hours then they will pick me up.
Day 5, Part 1 - Yoga and Hiking in Volcano
Friday June 14
6AM: Got up and got dressed for yoga. It is chilly today. The class was wonderful. If I get back here I'd go again, and highly recommend this place.
After class, I grabbed an omelette at the Lava Rock Cafe then checked out souvenirs at Truevalue.
11AM: I walked to the post office down the road, mailed off all my postcards and came back to the room. Tim and Miranda were there, waiting for me, lol. I thought they wouldn't be back from the first Volcano Park walk until noon.
Called Wanda at the U of HI Press to let her know that my flight to Oahu would be earlier on Sunday (10 AM), than originally planned.
Today I changed to a spaghetti strap top to get a more even tan, slathered on the 30 spf sunscreen and hoped for the best. It was a bright day, so getting a tan isn't an issue, just whether I'll burn.
1PM: We're sightseeing at Volcano Park and part of the Crater Drive is blocked off during the day. We took 2-mile hike along a giant lava flow to a mountain called Hairy Hill. Tim and Miranda made the hike up to see the view. I couldn't do it because the terrain was too rough and uneven for my feet (I have hallux rigidus and I cannot flex my ball joint well). It sucks to have limitations like this when otherwise you're fine. The only thing worse would be to risk injuring myself out here in the middle of nowhere.
After that, we went drove along Crater Ridge, and later a field of steam vents that smelled like sulfur. The last hike of the day was to the bird park called Kipuka Pualu, a trail that was untouched by the lava, so there was old growth flora and fauna, such as a type of pheasant that had a red crown. We saw the male and female of the species, as well as the chicks. They looked like chickens, really. We saw giant hollow koa tree, and then we returned to the car. Tim and Miranda thought about coming back to the park to see the live lava flow at night.
Day 6, Part 1 - Road trip back to Kona
Saturday, June 15
It's raining today, so there won't be a lot of volcano visiting. We are going to have breakfast at the Lodge, then hit the road to visit some local arts and crafts shops. The waitress at the Lodge was incredibly incompetent; the place was nearly empty and we had to wait forever for our tea, coffee and juice. It was so bad that the other waitress there came over to save the situation. Apparently the bad waitress is a chronic problem. Tim and Miranda said the good waitress had to help them out yesterday as well.
We drove through Volcano Park and went to the Volcano Inn, an historic hotel perched on the edge of a crater. Tim and Miranda thought that they might be able to access a spot from there called Broken Road, where the State attempted to build a road nead the crater and it collapsed. They didn't find an access point though.
Across from the Volcano Inn is the Volcano Arts Center, a gallery of local art. Interesting and expensive stuff. We then drove toward Hilo, and reached the downtown area, which is a quaint collection of older buildings next to the bay. We stopped for lunch at a place called Cafe Pesto, and had personal pan pizzas. I had spinach and feta and it was tasty.
Kailua Candy Company
74-5563 Kaiwi St. (at Kuakini)
There were also ants on the sofa. Apparently, they had left some food stuff (ripe bananas and a box of Cheese-Its) laying around in the room during the 3 days we were gone and it drew them in. Out came the Raid. Tim had to sleep in the main house and we plan to set off a bomb tomorrow AM when they take me to the airport.
Day 7, Part 1 - Moving on to Oahu
Sunday, June 16
My flight out of Kona to Honolulu is at 8:55 AM (and is about an hour in the air), but I need to be at the airport at 7 AM in order to get through security.
They dropped me off around 7:15, and there wasn't much of a line. However, the security was tight. The Kona airport has one of those new InVision scanning machines. I had to roll my checked bag to it and put it on the belt. This procedure took about 5-10 minutes, but it was empty here, so I could imagine lots of problems at a busy time. I ten went through regular security and had to be wanded; my toiletry bag got bomb-residue-swabbed again. As I went to the gate, it looks like there will be another check before boarding. At this gate, it's outdoors (as is the waiting area), and you board on the tarmac.
We head off to some sightseeing around the island we go on an excursion to a wonderful city park in the hills on Nu'uanu Pali Dr (old Pali Dr.). The cool thing about this park is the view of the city. The ultimately cool thing was that the old road, used to connect towns during the last century until the creation of the current parkway, is still walkable. It's really overgrown with many varieties of plants, including california grass, gingerflower plants and even banana trees. Wanda and I walked this old road all the way down till it was practically impassable. The hike back up the hill was quite steep, but it was a good way to walk off the burger.
We then went on the first of several shopping excursions. There was a new Costco downtown, so I flashed my card and went in to see what they had in there. It was much like our Costco in NC, though here there were varieties of macademia nuts that you cannot find, so I loaded up the cart with them. I also found some cool, kitschy cotton car seat covers with aloha prints that I will put in my Focus wagon. I checked out the salmon prices, since my local Costco usually sells it at $3.99/lb. Here it was $5.79/lb! Generally the prices were about the same.
Next stop was Hilo Hattie’s, where they sell lots of aloha shirts and muu-muus. I didn't find anything there that I liked, so we then headed to Wal-Mart. Indeed, there were many nice things there, but none fit right, so I was frustrated at that turn.
I walked down the main drag of Kuhio. I managed to see some interesting urban action as cops were swarming around a city park arresting people. I couldn't see what was going on, really, but it reminded me of being in NY.
I stopped at a street vendor and bought a Waikiki t-shirt and got a soda and walked back to the hotel. I was really tired all of a sudden and realized I needed to sleep.
I went to bed.
Day 8, Part 1 - Arizona Memorial
Monday, June 17
7AM: I slept well. I got up and knew I had to get myself together by 8AM, when Wanda would call. We are going to Pearl Harbor, to the Arizona Memorial.
I got dressed and went downstairs, got something to drink and headed up to the room again. Wanda called my cell and I put on some sunscreen and headed downstairs. The weather was pleasant, but the sun is intense.
At the memorial, the parking lot had a prominent sign that said "This is a high crime area. Do not leave important items in your car." Not only that, you cannot take a purse, fanny pack or anything in there with you. So I slipped my money and my Palm Pilot in my shirt. You have to take a number for the shuttle boat that takes you to the memorial, and you wait in this lovely open building where you can sit outside, looking at the harbor, or stay inside and look at the various historical exhibits about December 7, 1941. We were trip #12, and they were on group 7. Around the time when group 8 was called, they announced that one of the two boats was out of commission, and that our trip won't occur till 11 AM (90 minutes). Wanda and I gabbed, and walk around the grounds, so the time passed quickly.
When our turn comes, we are eventually shepherded to a theatre where we watched a film about the history of the memorial, and then we got on the shuttle ride to the Arizona.
No matter what you think about war or the military, it's a moving experience to think of all the lost souls on board below you, never recovered from the Arizona. Oil from the hull still rises to the surface as droplets, dispersing on the bay water. The memorial itself is built on top of the wreckage, so you can look out the window and see the ship below. There is an observation port at one end of the memorial, and a list of those that perished on the wall.
1) People here are colorful: in every sense of the word. The amount of ethnic diversity here is amazing and refreshing. There are so many people of all colors -- Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Polynesian, Filipino, Hawaiian, etc, many intermixed. You don't see many African Americans or Caucasians here as you do in, say, NYC. You see more of the pale persuasion in Waikiki, but most of those folks are obviously tourists, since they dress like visitors in loud aloha clothing.
2) People here are bigger: I don't feel particularly large here, lol. Many people here are if not overweight, are simply ROUND. Many are also large overall. The Samoans here are huge. The guys look like they could crush you in their hands. Wanda said that the people I see in Waikiki are generally more slender, but that out in the "country", almost everyone is rounder than the average person on the mainland.
Day 8, Part 2 - More malls
Wanda and I continued our mall quest (Ala Moana Mall, Pearlridge Center), but I was actually at a second Wal-mart when I saw this girl wearing short overalls made of an aloha print fabric. I wanted those. Unfortunately you cannot find them easily. Wanda learned that they are sold at swap meets (local flea markets). Those are on Wed, Sat and Sun., so I won't be here to get them. It means that I WILL HAVE TO COME BACK next year, lol.
Around 6:30 we had dinner at the Cannery. I had a steak and Mahi Mahi. It was tasty. We chatted a good long while and went driving through town sightseeing and ended up at Baskin and Robbins for a cone, then she dropped me off at the hotel. I came up and was pretty tired.
A lot of Bruce's work before and since has set him apart from one-note action stars. Anyway, it would be cool just to see him while here, but it's obviously not likely to happen.
I updated the log and went to bed.
Day 9, Part 1 - Last Day
Tuesday, June 18
I have to check out today, but since my flight is so late (10:40 PM) I need to check to see if I have late check out available. I also have to get the extra key from Wanda to turn in. She plans to pick me up and go to her Press to meet everyone, and then mail my package back home from there. I am supposed to go out to lunch with her friends for Japanese food. I will try to get in a little more sightseeing and shopping before heading out. I need to get to the airport around 8:30 PM.
6:30 AM: I get up and shower and wash my hair and pack up.
We parked in my hotel and walked to Waikiki to continue the muumuu hunt. We took a detour, getting lost looking for the muumuu factory, and ended up in the Duty Free Shop Galleria and I took the plunge and got in this machine called the Aqua Marine Massage, which is a George Foreman grill-like/suntan bed that you lie in and a plastic sheath lays on top of you and you are pummeled with water pressure going up and down your body. It was weird but wonderful and cost $10 for 5 minutes, but she let she let me stay in there longer, closer to 10. I want to take one home.
Next was the International Marketplace, where I found one more muumuu. This was the place to haggle for shoppers. Then we walked back to the hotel, Wanda got to take a look at the view, and we checked out. Got a big discount on the parking and room because of the Kama'aina (local/islander) rate.
Drove to Kaka'ako Park, which is near the waterfront, and saw wild kitties, surfers and a bit of Diamond Head.
Next was Aloha Tower, which used to be the tallest building on Oahu, and was actually painted in camouflage to avoid being bombed during WWII. It's also full of shops that you cannot afford to buy anything in. We decided to eat at Don Ho's Island Grille, How hokey can you get on your last night in Waikiki? Wanda took my pic in front of the tiki idol in front.
In the spirit of shop til you drop, we went to Ala Moana mall once more to check out that Hilo Hattie’s. No luck on muumuus. We had ice cream at Dave's in the basement of Sears – it’s locally made (and good) stuff. Last stop was a scuzzy KMart on the way to the airport. I got A fake flower for my hair so that when I return to work and wear my muumuu while doling out macademia nuts that I will look authentic, lol. Wanda made me promise to send a pic of me serving in my getup.
She dropped me off at the terminal, 2 hrs early. It took me about an hour to clear the agricultural inspection (you cannot bring produce or plants to the mainland) and security. That green carryon got pulled again. I had two leis in there, but that was ok, seems it was my hair dryer that was causing concern. They emptied all of the contents out on the table. Nothing like having tampons and pads laid out for all to see, but these are the times we are living in. Most of my stuff was in clear Ziploc bags, but she opened them all anyway.
Day 9, Part 2 - On the way home
I updated the log as I sat in the HNL terminal gate 18, waiting to board at 10:04 PM.
Flight 1 - Honolulu to San Jose
10:34 PM, AA FLT 58
Ugh, it's a 757, with a 3-3 seat config. I have a window seat. It's a packed flight, and they offered $300 and hotel for a night to stay over, but I didn't find this out until I landed.
I slept through this flight, only waking briefly for a drink. It was about 4.5 hrs. The movie they showed was The Time Machine. They served some kind of meal, but I slept so hard I missed seeing what it was. I wasn't hungry anyway. There were a lot of screaming kids on this flight, but they were thankfully not immediately next to me, in front of me or behind me.
Day 10, Part 1 - Still on the way home