Here is one that sparked a connection that stopped me dead in my tracks. Those who’ve lived in Madang will make more sense of it, but it might be of mild interest to others. On the East side of Oahu there is a large rock formation with a giant hole in it. It lies like a huge stone ship that’s been savagely torpedoed a few hundred metres off the beach:
This reminds me of a favorite picnic and dive location North of Madang called “The Hole in the Wall” except that this one is above the water level instead of underneath. The scale is not apparent from the photo, but I can tell you that the big rock in the middle is about the size of small house.
Now, as I tear myself away from Honolulu (no more posts on this until I get back there someday), let’s get to the classic. We can’t leave without visiting the “Wahines on the Beach” scene. Okay, here it is:
SO, with that taken care of, I’ll show you a place that is supposed to be a closely held secret. Everybody knows that the tourist industry had been hard hit. The Hawaiians have found an ingenious solution. Down a dusty road we found a seemingly secluded beach with a strange purpose. I asked a local what it was all about. He looked around as if to determine if anyone might be listening and then declared, “Ah . . . That’s the Tourist Plantation.” Here’s a covertly obtained photo:
This crop was planted only a year ago. I don’t know the details, but it seems that, if carefully tended and kept supplied with nourishing food, plenty of sunscreen, and camera batteries, they will soon be ready to be uprooted and fitted out with appropriate footwear. These specimens will soon be browsing the Waikiki shops with gusto.
This leaves countless questions unanswered. Does the money grow in their pockets? Is it paper or plastic? What happens when they are penniless or their cards are maxed out? Are they composted? Has anybody closely examined the ethical considerations?
Aloha to Honolulu until I stumble through there again.