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It’s About More than Coffee

Coffee Trees arrived in Hawaii in the early 1800’s. The British warship H.M.S. Blonde brought coffee trees, to Hawaii, from Brazil in 1825. Chief Boki, Governor of Oahu, had acquired coffee trees in Rio de Janeiro, on his way back from London.

The coffee was planted in Manoa Valley on Oahu, and from a small field, trees were introduced to other areas of Oahu and neighbor islands. Reverend Samuel Ruggles moved trees to Captain Cook, Kona in 1828. Hanalei Valley on the North Shore of Kauai was home to the first coffee plantation. Coffee was established in the valley in 1842, but was wiped out in 1858 by coffee blight, a scale insect.

In the late 1800s efforts to establish coffee plantations were defeated by economics. Small farms averaging less than 5-acres in size replaced the Kona coffee plantations.

By the 1930s there were more than 1,000 farms and as late as the 1950’s there where 6,000 acres of coffee in Kona. At the turn of the last century there was coffee on all the major Hawaii islands, and now 100 years later, there is once again coffee on all the major islands.– Hawaii Coffee Association

On the Kona side of the island of Hawaii, the Coffee Festival is a highly visible event — it’s in the tourist heartland, after all, in Kona Village. There’s live music, a pageant, a parade, dancing, food, contests, crafts, and, of course, plenty of coffee tasting. There’s lots of interesting history related to coffee in Hawaii and odds are high that you can find someone to tell you about their family’s history with the crop. Some years back, I met a woman who told me that her grandfather jumped ship because he was fed up with being mistreated as a sailor and decided the life of a coffee plantation worker was a better way to go.

The spring cousin of the Kona Festival, on the other side of the island, has all this too, but it’s easy to miss unless you know where you’re going — it’s in the little town of Pahala, mauka (inland – learn it, use it!) from the main highway. The Kona Festival is a weekend street fair, the Ka’u festival feels more like a small town agricultural event. And yes, it’s got its pageants and contests, but it’s also got the mellow vibe of a windward town. You might find yourself sharing a bench with the plantation boss who went from coffee to sugar to coffee again, or the guy who runs the local radio station, or one of the biggest names in Hawaiian music. You can spend as much time as you like talking coffee, but you can also eat a giant serving of fish BBQ and then shop for cute totes made from repurposed coffee bags while listening to local boys tear it up on the ukulele.

There are lots of plantations to visit so you can see the crop grow — there’s the well known Ueshima Coffee Estate in Holualoa, but it’s also fun to drop in at the grower stands around Ka’u — call ahead if you want to take a tour. I visited Aikane and got to see the pulper in action — I understand a lot more about the crop now. On Moloka’i and Kaua’i there are visitors centers right on the edge of the plantations — you can get your latte, pick up some beans, and learn about the crop all at once.

On a final, personal note, as a Seattle-ite, I’m kind of snobby about coffee, I like it a certain way. My favorite coffee on the Hilo side of the big island came from Sharky’s at a tiny espresso counter just off Kamehameha. Blink, you’ll miss it. Stop for coffee, you’ll be eyes wide open all day. Yum.

From the Archives: Kanikapila Means Jam Session. Sort Of.

Kona Kitchen, a Hawaiian style restaurant in North Seattle, hosts a once a month kanikapila — or jam session. It’s at a funny time of day — nine to noon, that’s right, in the morning — but there’s still a decent showing. Yesterday morning (September 12) there were 12 or 16 musicians there. There were a few guitars, a bass, a lap steel and a couple of ukuleles.

The folks who show up at Kona Kitchen play a lot of traditional tunes or songs written in Native Hawaiian. I like to go because I can’t really read along with the words so I have to listen to figure out the patterns in the music. Most of the tunes are fairly simple three chord numbers, easy enough to strum along to once you’ve got the key and can hear the changes. I lurk on the edges, look over shoulders at music books, or try to train an eye on some other uke player’s fingers in order to keep up, but I never even pretend to sing along, no can do.

I went hunting for some kind of etiquette advice about what, exactly, you’re supposed to do as the newbie at the jam, but not much turned up. Maybe there’s a song book that everyone uses, maybe now and then everyone goes rogue. Maybe there’s a leader or maybe it’s just the player that starts the song. Maybe they ask the new kid what she wants to play — that song about the seaweed, what’s it called? — or maybe you have to shout something out. Maybe you need to throw in a couple of bucks or maybe it’s just a show up and play thing. Eyes and ears open, that seems to be the trick. Oh, and tuning up. That’s good too.

I’ve yet to attend a kanikapila in the islands — but a little judicious searching turns up this event in Kona. The Ukulele Underground has a regional get together section on the forum. Kona Web has a calendar that includes some jam listings if you’re on the Big Island. Honolulu on the Cheap mentions uke lessons at the Windward Mall this fall. I couldn’t find a definitive resource — I’d probably just ask at the nearest music store — that’d be a real music store, not a place selling cheap lacquer souvenir ukes — to find out if there’s a jam where outsiders are welcome.

I walked away from the Saturday morning jam with the tune from Ipo Lei Momi stuck in my head. There are worse ways to preoccupy your brain than filling it with a racy little Hawaiian song.

Bing’s Blue Hawaii

It’s not right that Elvis gets all the credit. The recognizable tune, Blue Hawaii, is almost inseparable from the King’s movie of the same name but that’s not where it originated. Bing Crosby sang it first, while behind the wheel on a double masted sailboat with actress Shirley Ross in Waikiki Wedding.

The story line is a rather amusing one from the perspective those who know anything of Hawaii’s destination marketing efforts. Bing plays the PR flack responsible for bringing a “Pineapple Girl” out to the islands. She’s unimpressed, he sets up a bunch of fake adventures and fake press stories to make it look like she loves Hawaii and is having an amazing time. Some of the language is just like you’d see in any glowing story about Hawaii today. There’s a sumptuous luau, lots of flower leis, a hopped up superstitious plot, scads of scantily clad non-natives in grass skirts and tapa cloth. There’s also a surprising amount of Hawaiian language in the film, though I can’t vouch for it’s accuracy either in use or translation.

Only the silhouette of Diamond Head is recognizable in this black and white confection of a movie. The hula girls don’t look the least bit Hawaiian and the role of Kimo, the Hawaiian character with the most speaking lines is played by an ethnically ambiguous and oh so young Anthony Quinn.It’s a Hollywood frolic through and through. And while it’s the home of another crooning megahit, Sweet Leilani, it’s also the birthplace of Blue Hawaii.

Elvis, give it back.

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Red Coral via Maverick 2003 on Flickr

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  • Friend of bloggers everywhere, Wendy Perrin has publishes great advice for renting a villa in Hawaii. But never mind that. The best part is that she goes all in for her hula lesson. Watch the video on truth.travel.
  • Huh. Native Hawaiians aren’t crazy about the Army shooting things up on sacred lands. Go figure. A difficult relationship on the Army Times.

Lantern Floating, Memorial Day, 2010

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Visiting Kalaupapa

The infamous leper colony where Father Damien worked his way to sainthood is something of an obscure attraction. Located on a remote peninsula on the island of Moloka’i, it’s not until you visit that you get an idea of just how far away the settlement is. It’s backed by steep green cliffs on one side and a rocky beachfront on the other. During the time of isolation, patients were delivered by boat, mostly, and a mule trail led “up top” to the healthy populations of Moloka’i.

It used to be that ambitious hikers could get up early and take the steep trail down to the settlement at Kalaupapa, joining a tour group once they’d made the descent. Less sturdy legged humans could book a ride on the mule train; a sure footed animal would take you down the path while you hung on and admired the views. The trail washed out in April, 2010 and is under repair — the only way to visit Kalaupapa now is by plane. [Check here for the latest on the state of the trail.]

Kalaupapa Overlook

Kalaupapa Peninusla by GimpyProphet via Flickr/Creative Commons

Perhaps the ancient Hawaiian gods didn’t like the idea of Father Damien’s canonization in October of 2009 and they washed out the trail in order to prevent an influx of religious pilgrims. It’s very quiet in the settlement, you’ll see a car over there, a shadow of a gardener that way. Mostly, the settlement feels like a ghost town with a two local businesses open to sell snacks, souvenirs, and books to the few that make it in. There’s a restriction on the number of visitors allowed per day and staying overnight is rarely permitted without special dispensation. You must go with a tour — regardless of how you arrive, you are not free to roam about the village under your own devices.

The beach near the tiny airport is a popular place for monk seals to have their pups, if you’re lucky, you’ll see them relaxing on the creamy sand. There’s an amazing view across the channel towards Maui, but as the surf breaks on the rocks you can imagine how rough it must have been to unload human cargo in a storm. The churches are modest and quiet, the buildings are in varied states of repair, from leftover pilings from the old hospital to neat homes with gardens out front.

With everything so neat and quiet, it’s hard to imagine the difficult lives the residents had. Father Damien built an aqueduct to bring fresh water into the first settlement at Kalawao, one valley over from Kalaupapa, and Mother Marianne was instrumental in bringing in better medical care, but dropping in by a little plane belittles the epic accomplishments of these driven people. There are some old photos of badly disfigured patients in Victorian dress, but mostly, the town feels full of ghosts and not much else.

The movie Moloka’i, The Story of Father Damien is, according to locals, a fairly accurate depiction of the history of the settlement. And the tour, which still operates (though you will have to fly in) provides good historical background for the missionary and isolationist times, though little about the region prior to the arrival of the patients.  The area is a National Historic Park – the park service site has additional information about the history of the area and the rules and regulations for visitors. The best prices for flights as of June 2010 were through Moloka’i Outdoors though do shop around. It’s an expensive day trip, but visiting Kalaupapa is the best way to understand just how far away these poor victims were shipped, like discarded objects, to fend for themselves. And visiting offers a glimpse into the monumental efforts of those who were determined to help.

Hawaii Pop

For underexposed mainlanders, Hawaiian music is mellow slack key guitar, or traditional falsetto with lots of guitar and ukulele, or maybe it’s the older hapa-haole songs — Little Grass Shack and Ukulele Lady. All that stuff has its place in the history of Hawaii’s sound, but there’s a new generation. The golden boy of the ukulele gets lots of play and it’s well deserved; Jake Shimabukuro is a remarkable musician and modest and charming in person. But even he’s not the only sound that pours out of the speakers on your rental car.

Henry Kapono is creating new rock and roll in the Hawaiian language. Nesian 9 is making reggae beat backed sweet soul with wow, those are great harmonies. And Anuhea, well, she’s kind of a big deal, it turns out, taking home two Na Hoku (Hawaiian Academy of Recording Arts) awards for her accomplishments in Hawaiian music.

If you want to get a preview of what’s making air time on the islands, here’s a guide to Hawaii’s radio dial, by island. Click through — lots of the stations are wired so you can listen to the live broadcast from wherever you are. It’s not quite the same as listening while  sitting on the H1 in traffic, but you’ll get a sense of  that new Hawaiian sound, sweet voices, reggae beats, political rhymes… it’s all there and it’s all Hawaiian.  Tiny Bubbles need not apply.

Shopping Vintage on Oahu

Here at Holoholo Wale, we’re suckers for vintage Hawaiiana, be it kitschy or classy. And while we prefer to be part of the Aloha Wear and Hawaii Postcard Liberation Front (not a real organization) on the mainland, we still like to go treasure hunting in Hawaii. Oahu has a few great places to do just that — here are three very different picks for vintage finds.

Bailey’s Antiques and Aloha Wear: Bailey’s is a fabulous mess full of racks bursting with aloha wear, from new reproductions of vintage patterns to the outrageously expensive and super rare. It’s expensive by mainland standards — a vintage 70s neon colored number can set you back 70 dollars — that’s some cash for a 30 year old shirt. But it’s right outside Waikiki — ambitious visitors can walk — and it’s FUN. The really expensive stuff is hanging up high.  Wondering what a 3500 dollar aloha shirt looks like? This is the place to find out.

Tin Can Mailman: The boxes of Hawaii ephemera — maps, brochures,movie posters, so much more — are a gold mine of questionable clothing choices, snappy ad copy, and the golden age of Hawaii tourism packaged to sell just about everything. There’s more, though, tiki mugs and hula lamps and maybe, if it’s not sold, a spectacularly inlaid guitar. This tiny shop in Chinatown is jam-packed with tropically inspired antique wonders and the guy behind the counter? He knows about all of it. Take a cab or the bus.

Muumuu Heaven: Everything old is new again and it’s damned cute, and in some cases, slinky and sexy. Recycled aloha print and tropical fabrics are used to embellish skirts, sundresses, tops, and when we visited, there was an amazing selection of vintage dresses from the 40s to the 70s. There’s also a very pretty display of housewares, original artwork, jewelry… lots of one of a kind things. In Kailua. You’ll want a rental car to get there.

Book ‘im, Dano

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Slight Detour by Kellan via Flickr/Creative Commons

Slight Detour by Kellan via Flickr/Creative Commons

  • Making bread the Portagee way involves heat, a stone oven, and lots of hard work. Which is why it tastes so damn sweet and good. –  Hawaiirama
  • People think, ‘What’s the big deal? It’s just an old baseball field,’ ” said county spokeswoman and former Friends of Moku’ula program director Mahina Martin. “They have no idea what’s underneath. . . . This is such an exciting time. — Maui News, hat tip to Hawaii Blog
  • A tourist in Hawaii spends an average of $200 a day for a hotel room, meals and entertainment. But there’s another class of visitors given room and board, full health care benefits and more for just $3 a day. It’s not a luxury vacation package — just homeless benefits courtesy of Hawaii’s taxpayers. — NPR
  • They said they’re never at a loss for work, considering how spiritual the Hawaiians have always been.”They believe everything, the rocks, the trees, everything has spirit,” said Galera. “All of that mana, all that power, that belief is still saturated here.” –Hawaii Ghost Hunters Profit From Spooks