So after we pile back on the bus after our tour of the U.S.S. Missouri, Cousin Dwight proceeds to weed out the sneaky individuals who have made their way on to the bus in the hopes of getting back to their hotels a bit early.
No dice. He weeded them out in short order and constantly, albeit politely, berated them as they walked from the back of the bus to the front where the only door was. I enjoyed that just about as much as I enjoyed his commentary on the ride to Pearl Harbor.
So he drove us around, sometimes in circles it seemed, and eventually we wound our way up these really old, tight, narrow roads which reminded me a bit of our China trip in 2011. What I mean by that is that they put buses into places where I'd be nervous driving a Prius (note: I would NEVER drive a Prius... that reference was for illustrations only.)!
Sadly, like China, I was so amazed at where our bus was, that I forgot to take pictures of the areas...
Here we are further on up Puowaina Dr. This is up high enough where the roads opened up a bit. The residential areas were now behind us and we had some clean air to breathe. |
Another view of Honolulu from up around the curve from where we were in the previous pic. |
The cemetery was built in the center basin of a now extinct volcanic crater known as Puowaina Crater (hence the name of the street on the way up!). The "punchbowls" creation is estimated at 75,000 - 100,000 years old.
Puowaina, the crater's name, is translated in Hawaiian as “Hill of Sacrifice,” or “the Consecrated Hill,”. The site proudly honors those American citizens who gave their lives in either World War II, the Korean War, or the Vietnam War. Those veterans who served so that our generation may now enjoy the freedom and liberty that allows us to travel to such places!
This is the Museum Mission Houses out behind Kawaiahao Church. |
That just about does it for our Pearl Harbor and Historic Honolulu tour. What was left? A couple of crabby kids wanting desperately to get off of said bus and either be in the pool or in the ocean... didn't matter much to them. We were on the South end of Waikiki Beach and so we were the last ones that Cousin Dwight dropped off, only adding to their woe and gnashing of teeth over how horrible their lives currently are.
And so goes vacation... :-)
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