A family member of mine was getting married in Hawaii and my little family and I were invited. I had the wife, and a five week old son. Several other family members were there as well.
We took the usual tours and had a fine time.
I have read many Mark Twain stories, and he has some history in these islands. He has many interesting comments about the inhabitants that live here. You might find them interesting along with his adventures here.
Of course there is the banyan tree that is reported to have been planted by him. That is disputed. He did plant a monkey pod tree in Waiohinu, in 1866, on the big Island. He sent dispatches back to the Sacramento Union on a regular basis. He also wanted to start a steamship line between Hawaii and California. Sadly Mark Twain was a poor businessman for most of his life and was saddled with a few people who squandered some of his hard gotten wealth.
The reason I mention this trip is to talk about on event that ocured on our trip.
Some of us joined a tour group for a few days. After several outings, it was apparent who the stragglers were. There was one fellow who was always late and a little confused. It turned out that he had been cleaned out by his secretly, departing wife and his children had sent him over to regroup.
On the final night of our trip most of us ate in a beautiful restaurant at the airport. We sat scattered throughout the restaurant. My brother, my wife, and I ordered and began the wait. The waiters passed us by many times after taking our orders but never stopped again.
The cocktail waitress did stop by and we decided to partake of some stronger than usual liquids. We were thirsty after all. The warm Hawaiian sun can make you work up a thirst, don’t you know.
After a long time waiting, the din in the background was rising. You could hear the mumbling of hungry people off in the distance like native drums. The night passed and eventually we received our food, but by that tim we had forgotten what we had ordered and had a few too many drinks. One is a few too many for me, hence the sarsaparilla mention in another little story posted her somewhere.
It turned out to be the first night that the restaurant was open. Hence the chaos. The only person served in a timely manner was our friend who was always late and who had been treated badly by his wife. He couldn’t believe how good the service and the food were.
I guess the message to take away from this is that the world works in strange ways and in time it might make some sense.
Letters From Hawaii is the book that Mark Twain wrote about these islands. It is a joy to read.