The preferred method of transporting a coconut on your bike when it won’t fit in your basket and you have nothing to tie it to the bike and when shots are fired as you attempt to get away. (Photos by Tom Sadowski)
The preferred method of transporting a coconut on your bike when it won’t fit in your basket and you have nothing to tie it to the bike and when shots are fired as you attempt to get away. (Photos by Tom Sadowski)
I have noticed that there are no more coconuts just lying around the island like there were 30 years ago. People actually put them in roadside stands with a price, usually between 5 and 7 dollars. A fresh coconut would really be nice but not for $7, not when I remember they used to be free for the taking.

On my morning bike ride I find a grove of coconut trees on public property that no one is looking after. There are a ton of coconuts there although most have holes bored into their tops and already eaten by whatever creatures do that kind of thing. It did not take long to find a good one and strap it onto the bike. (The rest of the story is in my “The Amazing Coconut” column.) At home I hack on it with a dull machete until it produces that great coconut meat — a real pleasure.

The more people you have together on vacation the more difficult it is to coordinate any activities. By the time we assemble everyone and get to the Dole Pineapple Plantation, our intended destination for the day, we don’t have much time there. There are things you can learn at the Dole Plantation; there are tours of the pineapple fields, they have botanical gardens and informative displays but when we got there I was not interested in looking around. My top priority was to get some of that pineapple ice cream whip that I remembered from my last visit here. Everyone else hit the gift shop.

If you ever travel to Hawaii and are motoring around Oahu, go straight to the Dole Pineapple Plantation. Do not go on any tours or shop at the gift store or linger around any educational displays until you have your fill of their frozen pineapple whip. On a hot Hawaiian day, it’s as good as any dip in the surf but without getting a load of sand in your swim suit.

Things are wrapping up fast. We returned our bikes back to the rental place in Waialua. Then we bid farewell to the daughter’s boyfriend who had to fly out and get back to work. Of course we all were sad to see him go although the necessity of taking him to the airport opened up another opportunity for Honolulu shopping.

To get back home we drove the long way around island where we took in the sights, experienced some serious traffic around the most popular beaches and we also saw but failed to count the amazing number of food trucks and shacks offering the famous, the best and the original Hawaiian shrimp. This is very curious because we found we couldn’t get local shrimp at the grocery store. Fresh shrimp there was from Ecuador.

From what I understand, Hawaii is not a shrimp-producing area as much as it is the shrimp-breeding capital of the world supplying disease-free baby shrimp to shrimp farms worldwide. If you want to get adult Hawaiian shrimp to eat, you will have to find a food truck.