And so, visiting Hawaii with Deepak again this year, I gathered up the new memories for safekeeping while making sure to pay homage to the old.
Deepak and I had a spirited debate about the stringency of the Hawaiian kapus. Here, from the Wikipedia page (trustworthy!) on Kalanikauikaʻalaneo Kai Keōpūolani-Ahu-i-Kekai-Makuahine-a-Kama-Kalani-Kau-i-Kealaneo, the highest ranking wife of Kamehameha I: “She possessed the kapu moe (prostrating taboo) which required commoners to fall to their face on the ground at her presence. When chanters mentioned her name, listeners removed their kapa (bark cloth) garments above the waist in deference. Even the touching of her shadow by commoners was punishable by death.”
The Big Island – especially the town of Hilo – was my dad’s favorite spot.
When I’m there now, the tastes, signs and sights bring back faint echoes, much like Proust’s madeleines. We were in Oahu last year around the same time, so we could mark the passage of time. For example:
This tiny kama’aina and I are 2 years into a trajectory that will surely leave us thick as thieves. As for Deepak and him, well … you be the judge.
And on this Hawaii trip, nary a drop of Kiss of Cream was drunk.