MAHALO FOR EVERYTHING

you can feel it as soon as you see diamond head as you approach Honolulu International Airport. you have your list of places to go and things to eat before you touch the down in the pacific.

the pineapple drinks, sunrise canoe paddling with the handsome Kimo from the hotel, flip flop tan lines, trying a musubi for the first time, throwing your first super tight shaka. check. check. check. to a visitor, having a checklist of hikes, shave ice spots, and 'hawaiian' shirts stores gives you a Zelda like quest to collect all things HAWAII. accommodating the constant output of 'aloha' is a perpetual never ending cycle of dead end jobs that feed the tourism monster that the islands just can't quit. the local people endure a culture that is infinite times richer than what gets pumped out to those who are only here for a long weekend or a work retreat.