Hawaiian Dash

We arrived into our Honolulu port as the sun rose over the Pacific, a dramatic entry into this fabled land where one is not sure whether one is seeing the Hawaiian myth or reality. (Our bus tour was as much about where this movie was made or where that star lives as it was about Hawaiian history and culture.) It soon became apparent that the reality is more spectacular that we could have imagined. D. and I took a bus tour to the North Shore, stopping at the Dole Plantation for some pineapple ice cream, Waikiki Beach, the magnificent Byodo In Temple, and a grave yard where full cans of pop and sandwiches rested for the deceased. We ended the day with a bus ride to the Okinawa Festival not too far from downtown Honolulu. We feasted on sushi, watched wonderful large group dance, and D. bought a gorgeous tshirt with hand painted panels on the front.