GOOD-BYE, Canada. I left on Saturday, two days after the last blog.
I changed planes in Sea-Tac airport. I had low expectations of finding anything of interest in the airport, but I was wrong.
Pet Relief – there was going to be access to the outside! I was excited!
Instead, I got tickled….
(That’s just astroturf on linoleum, if you cannot tell.)
I was headed back to Hawaii where a dear cousin was waiting to see me. This is a lady for whom Every Day must bring a New Adventure – so for our first day together she introduced me to Oahu’s North Shore.
Spectacular – even in the misty rain.
There were a lot of signs up about “Keep the Country Country” – in other words, no new tourist development. Good luck on that.
There was an older establishment called the Tropical Nut Farm (I think) – nice little tourist place.
We stopped because my cousin wanted to touch base with this gentleman – Chief Sielu Avea. He is quite a local celebrity and a truly sweet and noble person. We attended his luau performance that evening – and I have never seen better entertainment at an island event. There was no way I was going to stop watching for the purpose of getting bad photos of it.
The following day my daughter was off work and we all went up to “Punchbowl” I was expecting another tourist spot, and I was wrong.
We were on a mission to find the grave of my cousin’s daughter’s mother-in-law’s father. This is the kind of convoluted family trail that unites obviously close relatives in the Pacific.
Punchbowl is an immense cemetery with an immense message – all who have served in the military are to be given highest honor on their passing.
We learned that Mr. Hinchcliffe’s ashes were interned in a colonnade and were given the number for it. “I wish he had brought flowers,” my cousin said.
As it was, we missed his plaque because of flowers. Then we figured out the numbering system and found him. Happy reunion and instant photos for the family back home.
Only a half day on the last day, but my cousin found time to take me to one of Honolulu natives’ favorite spots: Leonard’s, home of “malasadas.” I’d never heard of malasadas before (sounds like “badly salted” in my inexpert Spanish) – but man oh man was the malasada I ate delicious! Anyway, the point of this was to show you Leonard’s – the place with the line outside its door at 9:30 am.
Now here is what’s sad. Of all the things I saw all over the place in Oahu, the thing that struck me as the prettiest, and I had to stop to try to get a photo of was this fellow. Red jungle fowl.
I must be ready to go home.
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