Full Day On Molokai

It was a good day, spent the day going down memory lane with my mom.

Went out first to get some coffee, then off to Kalua Koi where my mom used to work.  There were some sad feelings there, where we looked and recalled some memories.

Walking by some of the dilapidated stores was sad, but recalling the good times was a good in that it made me appreciate what my mom did for my and how my life, without the Internet or computers, was actually pretty good.

We then when to Maunaloa Town where very little is left from my childhood.  But we passed by the church, and nostalgia kicked in.

We then took the long way back, we went to Hooleahua, Kualapuu, and near the Kalapapa look out.

We went back in to Kaunakakai to get some lunch for a picnic on the East end.

Even the ride East was full of memories, camping,  church outings and surfing.

Got home with still a lot of time to spare, but here are a few more thoughts.

I want to bring my kids here while their grandma is still alive, I want them to experience Molokai almost like how I did.

With my life experiences, I wanted to change Molokai, I wanted to fix the hotel, get visitors here, but the fact is the people here like it the way it is.

Today, I came across a series of videos, not gonna give them props here, but their list of what poor people do is infuriating, if being rich means getting rid of 5 poor friends, not watching sports, or TV for that matter, then I would rather be where I am at.

I went to their website, what a crock, they are so high and mighty full of themselves, I can see why Molokai people like it they way it is.

My mom’s house had flies coming in, ants around, and I swear a saw a mouse.  Also the bathroom needs work, but it is my mom’s house and she loves it.  I will help her improve it, but I don’t want her to move because what a saw and felt today, well is Molokai. Not perfect, but it is where I am from.

 

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