Ahoy there! The moment I’ve been eagerly waiting for has finally arrived – it’s time to rescue my boat from the Sand Island harbor! My excitement has been bubbling like a fizzy soda as I tackled the mountain of paperwork and preparations. After a long journey from sunny California to the paradise of Oahu, my beloved boat made its grand entrance on September 5th. Seeing it again felt like a dream come true, especially after all the hiccups we navigated together!
I whisked it off to the Boating authorities to get it all official-like, and once the paperwork was sorted, I made sure to check every safety gadget and navigational tool. Then, I offloaded it to its cozy spot in Kaneohe, making sure everything was shipshape before our grand adventure. I even hired a mechanic to tag along for a sea trial, during which he pointed out that the fuses in both engines had burnt out – a little surprise party from the shipping company for not connecting the wires right!
As we sailed toward the open sea, butterflies danced in my stomach, mixing nerves and glee. But, no worries! The sea trial went off without a hitch, and we’re now primed and pumped for a thrilling 209 nautical mile escapade from Sand Island harbor to Wailoa harbor in Hilo. With the mechanic giving us the thumbs-up, we’re all set to tackle whatever waves the ocean has in store for us!
My time in Oahu was a little interesting. I had to experience something unexpected. We spent a night at the Sand Island harbor before heading to Kaneohe, and the night there was eventful as we witnessed some drunkard from our own home, Micronesia. There were girls, really drunk ones making all sorts of noises and yelling to the point that someone had to call the cops on them. I couldn’t believe girls from our island of Chuuk would do such a thing, but believing and witnessing are two different things.
Not too far from these yelling and breaking of bottles were kids with families fishing at the port which saddens me even more because this location is a good spot for families to spent time fishing and having good times, but these folks were just messing things up. My hope was that our folks hopefully one day understand where we all came from and to respect the Hawaii culture, its people, its spirits and its community.
