I was still in Maui when I started to discover why Molokai is known as "The Friendly Isle." I was waiting in line at the ferry dock in Lahaina to board the Molokai Princess. There were many other people in line, most of them local people from Molokai just visiting Maui for work or supplies. A young man next to me started chatting with me. After about 10 minutes of conversation, he offered to get me on the ferry for free because his uncle is the captain. Of course I declined, but he went ahead and arranged it anyway. Super friendly! At this point I should add that he was obviously trying to pick me up. (Too bad I’m too old, and too married... ahem.)
Gabe spent the rest of the 1.5 hour ferry ride checking on me occassionally, bringing me a juice, and talking with me some more. Also on the ferry ride I meet Pat. She is a 75-year-old woman who early in the conversation proclaimed herself to be a "recluse." She was down on her luck because the car she keeps on Maui for work was broken into that day. I listened with a sympathetic ear, and Gabe gave her a hug, and she cheered up some. The three of us had a nice time watching the sunset from the ferry together.
When the ferry arrived in Molokai, I set off to look for my rental car, which was supposed to be left at the ferry dock for me. I had a description and license plate number. After checking three times, I realized it wasn’t there. I had no idea what to do next. Just then, Pat pulled up to check on me. When she found out what happened, she immediately offered me a ride and a place to stay at her house (I had been planning to camp after I got me rental car). Her passenger (who I had never met) also offered me a place, and Gabe came over and also offered me a place. I have never encountered such generosity!
We settled on Pat giving me a ride to the campground, which was on her way home. From there I would walk to town (4 miles) or call the car rental company. The only problem was that I had to be at The Nature Conservancy office by 7:30am to volunteer with them for the day. I had no clue how or if I’d make it there. But at this point I knew I was just going to go with the flow. I have learned in recent years that things usually work out in the end, so try not to stress out too much. It’s not healthy! Or fun!
On the way home, Pat decides to stop at Hotel Molokai for a drink and dinner. I was just a passenger in her car, so I guessed I’d check out Hotel Molokai too. I ended up buying Pat a drink and dinner for all her help. Pat introduced me to the manager of the hotel, and she told him my dilema. He called his wife, who works in the rental car business, and found out that she didn’t have anything and that all the rental cars were sold out for the weekend. Oh boy! Here we go again!
Al, the hotel manager, also gave me a better camping option since it was only 2 miles from town (and Pat was a bit tipsy anyway). I could camp behind the kayak rack as long as I was cleared out of there by 7am, so the guests wouldn’t see me. He even got me a lounge chair to sleep on, after assuring me it wouldn’t rain. It was great! Molokai folks sure understand the word hospitality!
I cleared out early in the morning and walked to town by 6:30am. But, of course the rental car folks were not in the office yet. I pondered my situation over coffee from the deli. I finally broke down an called The Nature Conservancy at 7:15am and told them my problem, and how disappointed I was to miss a chance to volunteer with them (it was the only day they were going in the field during my visit to Molokai). Lickety split, one of them was off to pick me up! Meanwhile, the rental car mechanic showed up. I explained that I was stranded the night before. He said the office people don’t arrive until 10am. I told him my name, where I was going, that I still needed a car, and that I’d be back late in the afternoon.
Lovely (and friendly!) Lori picked me up in town and took me for a super enjoyable day at Kamakou Preserve. The hard work and sweat therapy did wonders for my stress level, and my three coworkers were fantastic! Stephanie said that if I didn’t get a rental car, that I could use hers since she was going to Oahu for the weekend anyway. Could I just make sure to take it to the charity car wash on Saturday? She also offered me to stay at her place. I smiled and said "You’ve only known me for one day!" She smiled and said "That’s OK!" The aloha spirit is STRONG on Molokai. I told her that I might take her up on the car offer if I couldn’t get a rental car, but thanks anyway for now.
We got back to The Nature Conservancy office late–-almost 5pm. I was really really really hoping the rental car people had not gone home for the day. I hopped out of the work truck as soon as we pulled in, so that I could rush inside and call before 5pm. Before I even reached the door, the secretary came out and gave me a phone message from the car rental company. The mechanic must have remember where I was going.
I called back and the owner profusely apologized. She said she had a car for me, super cheap, and her husband would pick me up at The Nature Conservancy. I took a quick shower, and he was arriving just when I walked out. At the office, the owner explained that there was a new girl who was making a lot of mistakes. She assured me that she yelled at her for me…. I told the new girl that it was OK, everyone makes mistakes. No worries. No problem. I was thanked for being so understanding. I paid $48 for four days with a rental car. Don’t get angry-–get adventurous! Everyone has a bad day, it all worked out in the end, and I met some friendly folks along the way. Now on with the rest of my vacation.
The next days were very nice-–uneventful, but I had enough excitement for a while. When I returned to the ferry dock to go back to Maui, I found Gabe waiting for me. He said he had looked all over for me at the campgrounds, but we must have missed each other. He wanted to check on me, or hang out. He rode all the way back to Maui with me (even though he immediately turned around and went back to Molokai). We decided that he was definitely building up some good karma, with all that looking out for me.
I saw Pat a few weeks later in Lahaina. She was tipsy again and didn’t remember me at all! Life is so funny!
Molokai has definitely inspired me to practice Aloha every day in my life. In the December 2002 issue of National Geographic, Puna Dawson explains: "Everyone says Aloha, but I don’t know how many really know what it means. Each letter has its own thought. The first is Akahoi, to be kind. The second is Lokahi, to be inclusive. The third is Olu’olu, to be agreeable. Ha’aha’a is the fourth, to be humble. Ahonui is the last and means patience. There are the characteristics of Hawaiian people."