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Thursday, January 19, 2017


This is part two of my holiday unagi lunch and stroll I reported on Tuesday.  Nadine Kam, coincidentally, yesterday featured a full article in the Crave section of the Star-Advertiser on dinnertime at Beniya.

Me, I left the Waikiki Yokocho basement on Monday (scroll down to my Tuesday posting), intending to just walk home to 15 Craigside, at my age, a major adventure.  But I felt nostalgic, so strolled through my home village of Kakaako where I grew up.  I took the ocean path, first to Waikiki Beach:

Then, turning 180 degrees, my view in the Ewa direction towards Kakaako:

I walked by Hilton Hawaiian Village, and, here, rested a while:

Then through Ala Moana Beach Park along the canal, where I noticed a dozen baobab trees, this one with Ala Moana Shopping Center in the background;

A picturesque scene along the canal:

You'd never recognize the Ewa-Makai (southwest) corner of the shopping center.  Park Lane, the $1 billion luxury condo will accept its first occupants in April.  A Black-Crown Night Heron also was curious about these apartments:

There are a few units still for sale, but the price ranges from $4 million to $10 million.  Location!  Location!  Location!

Then, a lagoon at the west end where I went Samoan crabbing:

Skye Manuel, not me, and this is his Hawaii record of 7 pounds 7 ounces.  Turning around, the new Waiea, into which Nobu's recently re-located.  Still a few units open, from $2 million to $35 million:

I continued walking to Kewalo Basin at the Ewa end, which was my site for sayori, or half-beak (the beak is on the bottom).  In my days, there were these Japanese-type fishing boats moored here.  We chummed the waters with bread, and the exciting moment came when the school showed up.  

We used long bamboo poles with a line, small lead and 1/4-inch hook on which was squeezed a small amount of bread.  Satori, about a foot long, and at most weighing three-quarters of a pound, was a good-eating fish.

To be avoided was the needlefish, which could get up to a yard long.  No one ate it.

There were no retail stores in this part of Kakaako then.    There was the Red and White Kamaboko factory at Pohukaina and Ahui.  But it's gone, and, across the street was my home.

That building next to the telephone pole sits over the duplex where I lived from birth to 16.  On the above map (you need to click on it to read the details), my house was next to the initial A in Ala Moana - Kakaako.  The neighborhood has totally changed, but there are still flowers and fruits on this block:

A five-minute walk to my elementary school, Pohukaina, which is no longer there:

At one time a 650-foot high sky rise (418 feet is now the max height) was proposed for this site, 690 Pohukaina Street.  The latest plans show a lower high-rise with an elementary school.

Another ten-minute walk to Central Intermediate School which is still there, but now called Central Middle School:

In all my elementary and intermediate periods I walked barefeet to school.  With all the shards of glass and other dangers, it's a wonderment that we somehow survived.  Shoes, though, were required for McKinley High School.  

Then I arrived at where my life began:  I was born at 8:11PM on 6 September 1940 at Queen's Hospital.  Yes, I was legitimate, and the doctor was Richard Sakimoto, according to my birth certificate:

As I walked up Nuuanu Avenue, I saw a #4 bus coming, so, with my Bus Pass, I decided to pass on the quarter mile uphill climb.


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