“That’s right!” We were surprised and flattered. “So you remember us!”
“Sure I remember! You came here while ago.”
“That’s right!” Quite a while ago, I thought: 2 years, 10 months, and 15 days.
“Say—” the proprietor said suddenly. “You folks say you gonna sail rounda world.”
“That’s right,” I admitted, preening myself slightly.
“Okay. Why you no do it?” he said accusingly. “How come change ya mind?”
17 THE LAST LEG:
HONOLULU TO HIROSHIMA
“Of course, there were a couple of incidents.”
After a restful two weeks in Hilo, we moved on to Honolulu, stopping en route for a week in one of our favorite spots, Lahaina. Here in Maui is none of the frantic scrambling to be seen on the island of Oahu. In Honolulu new buildings are rapidly cutting off the classical sight of Diamond Head, while automobile fumes compete with the subtle fragrance of mimosa. But on Maui—at least for the moment—there is leisure for rest and contemplation.
I qualified that remark because plans are now afoot to make another Waikiki out of a stretch of beach just outside of Lahaina, so the present description may be a requiem.