Nigh on three weeks in the southernmost state, mostly on Oahu & then a week on Hawaii. Must’ve pissed off Pele or someone else: she was flatulent & belching, the Trade Winds were off & the Kona was spreading vog NNW-NNE.
Waikiki hosts a lot of homeless, transient/vagrants & surf bums who’d truly bummed out. Honolulu proved a tough navigation by car, and getting accosted at bus stop was less than pleasant (young albino doper, cab came by & no one had to die).
The insular/isolated feeling even persists on the Big Island, tho not so much atop Mauna Kea. Amazing how the natives still embrace christianity after being so thoroughly fucked over by it. In 1819 Kamehameha Iki dies & his idiot son K-deuce with step-mom blow off the old gods: less than a year later the missionaries come & start the rape of the islands.
Oh well; polygamy with close relatives is generally not a good idea.
