For the nay-sayers who loathed re-provisioning in French Polynesia, all I can say is, lucky you avoided Hawaii. PJ (Capaz) generously ferried me to Costco last Tuesday, in anticipation of a Wednesday departure. Sadly that did not happen, but by Friday, the bagels were moldy, the carrots limp sticks, and the clementines had turned to mush. Hawaiian prices are the same as FP, without the exotic lure of what we in North America would consider imported goodies. Fortunately I have now discovered "Don Quixotes", a local emporium not dissimilar to the great supermarket in Fare, Huahine. Its specialty is Japanese food - a more challenging label reading exercise, but part of the adventure.
Today I hiked up Diamond Head, my first (and likely last) touristy excursion since arriving. The view was spectacular. Too bad the boys were not here, and the site is actually a military outpost - a former Fire Control Centre in the parlance of the military. Picture attached is the view back towards Waikiki, Honolulu, and the airport and Pearl Harbour in the distant haze.