DAY 3 Finally, I'm on one of the islands of Hawaii, the part of Lemuria ages ago. I'm struck by the similarities of Oahu and California. The sceneries resemble downtown LA, Big Bear, San Francisco, Laguna Beach..., except Japanese is almost a second language here. Malls, television, radio stations look and sound like those of mainland. Commerce is the world's common bond, truly. Let there be peace, and let the earth become a giant America!
DAY 1 Hot. Humid. Hot. I rented a car and followed the roads wherever they may lead. At Diamond Head, I met a Vietnamese lady vender, bought a French sandwich from her and had my first swim there. The freeways brought me to Leeward Shore, where I decided to spend the night in the rented Sunbird. I thought of calling the Vo Vi people to stay at their house/meditation center, but hesitated. I was homeless, overdramatically speaking.
DAY 2 Hot. Humid. Hot. More driving. Waikiki Beach. Waikiki Aquarium. Shopping. Etc. A small thrill happened when the road I thought would lead me to a freeway ended up nowhere on a mountain side, and the car almost got stuck. Another homeless night? Ah, I was dirty and itchy. I prayed, sensing the loneliness of God and all God's creatures. Finding a room in a good hotel, good location, at a discount was amazing! I felt... God would always take good care of me, no matter what.
DAY 3 (continued) A storm named Daniel is coming. I had a craving for Vietnamese food and French cafe' au lait, but the Vietnamese restaurant I found was closed. Went to Sea Life Park. Had a long nap. Saw "Forrest Gump". How in the world am I going to find such innocence and heart in a man?
More shopping. Watching "Pleasure Palace", sex with harsh lighting and a surprisingly delightful script. I miss good sex. Should I pick up men? Hey, don't be uptight. I'm on vacation!
DAY 4 Waimea Falls Park and Waimea Bay were gorgeous. The drive along Windward Shore made me dream of moving here for good. I think I'm finally at peace with myself, my life.
thai ta