Rainbow State: Rainbow Memory

There are peaceful corners on the West Coast of Oahu Hawaii that have been kept in memory, even though I did not breathe Hawaii's breath, did not laugh at Hawaii's laughs, did not sing real Hawaiian tunes ... Hawaii Tourism: sign rainbow brisket 1. "Somewhere over the rainbow" is the name of a famous song about the Haiwaii archipelago that I hear again and again every morning waking up in a room with a blue bed sheet and my son Eka

. , lying and sleeping like a frog, with his butt sticking up to the sky. My friend's house was on the west side of the island, the Waianae region in a valley, maybe that's why the sun always comes quite late. I always have the feeling, the new day has not started I remember every Tuesday morning, the garbage truck is going on the street, coming in front of each house and reaching out my steel arm, lifting the box black crashed into the car tub and then hurried over to the neighbor's house, returning the sad road, I lightly pulled the curtains and looked out, still sleepy and wet with the morning mist.



It feels as if I'm touching your first settlements in America, the tranquility, loneliness and sadness stirring in nostalgia. Nostalgia is from somewhere on the other side of the rainbow. Hawaii is also called Rainbow state - the US state of the Rainbow. are sleeping. Struggling to lift the bicycle in the garden path to the street. The streets were deserted and the houses still bolted shut, the streets were glossy black with clean white lines, automatic hoses were spinning and watering on the grass. White wooden fence, hibiscus flower fence, green, yellow, pink, low mountains along the road leading to the east, where the early morning sun is reaching out slowly passed along the crossroads of the chess board.



America, not only skyscrapers, no crackers, not land but on the island, a humble corner on the deep blue West Bank of Oahu, a gentle and surprisingly simple Waianae. But it was on that far west corner that we had a happy Valentine together, a dinner round a square table with homemade fish soup. The village has a bit of gifts to "come to the house", two dishes of homemade food including salad with olive and asparagus, apple pie and dark red strawberry jam. The meaning of such a dear neighbor, in the "West" is nothing less? Peace Waianae - Photo: Thuy Ong In the West, the sun is up late - Photo: Thuy Ong2. Sometimes when Ong (my friend) goes to school, Uncle Rua (my friend's husband) drives the whole association to the sea, about a dozen minutes from home. There are late afternoons standing on the sandy beach, the beach is wide with no people. The view is beautiful but lonely. Like a native Hawaiian with his signature fat and low-stumped flower shorts moving at the end of the sand towards the waves.



Like little children, frail in the face of increasingly strong winds. from the sea. How many times in my life am I going to catch a Pacific sunset like this in my life? Will the only Hawaiian Ukulele in my life be heard, is it from a very short distance under the canopy old on Pokai beach? The melodies are lost in the waves, knocking my heart pounding, I peek at the native color people gathered around the iron table, chatting and singing, only afraid if someone Meet my eyes, the other Ukulele will disappear, and the real Hawaii dream will fade. Ukulele on Pokai beach - Photo: Thuy Ong Sparkling Hawaii - Photo: Thuy Ong3. From time to time, I listen to the giant IZ Israel Kamakawiwo Ole holding a tiny instrument and singing a wonderful love song about Hawaii. I always stand away from a true Hawaiian on the beach, do not take pictures and never dare "keep eyes contact" if I happen to have a chance to meet. That is what I regret the most after the trip, I did not breathing Hawaii's breath, not laughing Hawaii's laughter, not singing real Hawaiian tunes. My memory has no imprints of the Polynesians - Oceanians.



Thinking of this, I really want to cry ... I went on a trip when I was not young, and I felt lost, when can not go by the passion of childhood. A boat race - Photo: Thuy Ong Surfing on the top of the waves - Photo: Thuy Ong4. I want to go to Hawaii to live slowly. I want to lie on the beach all day reading, listening to the ukulele, watching the curvy ass swaying in the bustle of coconut shells, I want to be shy to watch the tough and shiny black boys dominate fierce wave with color board day after day. I want to drink every drop of Hawaii that is blue, warm, bloody on a rainbow bench I want to stop there, West Bank Oahu! Bustling Hawaii - Photo: Thuy Ong Stop there, West coast Oahu -.

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