(April 2015) OAHU
The sun was setting, the street lights flickering on as we set out on our grand adventure to the legendary North Shore of Oahu. A brother and sister, with not a care in the world. Fish for dinner and an entire island to discover.
With mopeds in top gear we raced along the Kamehameha highway, dark ocean on one side and remnants of volcanoes on the other. Passing around and through the lighted cities, alive with the hustle and bustle of island life.
We were nearly halfway up the coast of Oahu and through the night, when the knots of tangled trees at the side of the road started looking soft and comfortable places for sleeping. Around that point, a car pulled over to the roadside in front of us. The driver got out and came towards us as we cautiously slowed to meet him. Turns out he lived just up the road with his little Hawaiian family, in a little temporary home, on a little lot of land, which they were turning into a beautiful house. He was concerned for us because his cousin was killed in a moped accident not far from where we spoke.
The family invited us home with them to sleep in their yard. Two young parents and a toddler named Kahana, inviting perfect strangers into their home. We were friends in no time, sharing apple bananas from the tree and stories of Alaska, Hawaii, and everything in between. The dad invited us to sleep on the floor in their home, saying he trusted us and his Heavenly Father, that we could share his home. My brother and I slept like rocks.
Morning dawned on the most beautiful part of the island of Oahu, you can imagine. Green mountains rose through the clouds and the ocean sounded from not far off. Our family took us out to breakfast, ordering sustainable food and also waffles as an extra treat. When it came time to say goodbye, they gave us the keys to their truck, saying we would see much more of the island this way. The dad also handed my bother a roll of cash, as if we would need any help enjoying this paradise. We saw the entire island, exploring every beach and mountain.
Our family made sure we came home for dinner, the dad was making sari sari, a Filipino soup, because we had mentioned we loved Filipino food. We came home after dark, filling the tanks with gas and water for our home. The rest of the family, our cousins, greeted us with kisses and hugs , welcoming us into the light and noise of their makeshift kitchen. Here I will end the story, because here is the moment of most importance. The sari sari was food for the soul. The night rich with stories and laughter. Took a left just past the Shell station, off a dark highway, on the small island of Oahu in the middle of the wide Pacific, and we’d found ourselves at home.