Laulau!

Where was I? Oh, yeah, surfed until that little cartilage thing (sternum, I guess?) hurt like hell and then hung it up.

Rode da bus out to Kalihi again. Interesting fact. Kalihi was once home to a large contingent of pig farms run mostly by Okinawans. Of course, Upper Kalihi wouldn't have had any problem with this until the Kona Wind came along.

Walked a couple of blocks from School and Kapalama to the Bishop Museum and sat in on the end of a program about Americans of Japanese descent who were detained during WW2. Then Alton did his a couple of his Okage Sama De (thanks to you, I believe) stories. Huge turnout and very appreciative crowd.

Afterward, Alton, Sherry and I went to Young's Fish Market and I had the pork laulau, which was excellent! They pulled the Ti leaf off and served it on a plate with a sweet potato (purple), some pipikaula, two scoops of brown rice, and a little side of lomi-lomi salmon.

I am a big fan of laulau and have never not enjoyed it. This was particularly good with tender luau leaves that had no bitterness at all. The meat was tender and steaming, delicious with some tasty little fatty chunks to balance out the generous pieces of pork.

Gonna be hard to dethrone that experience as my best ever laulau meal.

Alton kindly dropped me in Waikiki and I wandered back home after stopping in the International market and having a couple of $4 mai tais. I got asked by the singer in the band where I was from. I get that at least once a day. I've been here four days and I've been asked at least six times where I visiting from. When I say Wai Nani Way, there's a little disconnect and then, "Oh!"

Maybe I'll track this.

Did my good deed for the day this morning. Pulled a Taco Bell cup out of the fountain below the seal and surfer statue Where Kapahulu and Kalakau meet.