Ukulele Tonya

Note: I didn’t have a camera this year at the festival, but I did have my little video camera. I’ve posted a video of a bit of the festival activities here; but do take some Dramamine before you view it. It’s a bit bouncy… (The video is also embedded at the bottom of this post in case you don’t want to head over to YouTube right away.)

Ouch—I’m sporting an ukulele sunburn today. You know—it’s when your inner forearms are toasty pink all the way from where the sleeve on your Hawaiian shirt ends down to where your thumb starts. Oh, and peeking from today’s “work attire,” there’s a matching burnished red “V”, too, corresponding to the collar line of that same Hawaiian blouse.

While that sunburn is feeling pretty warm, what’s warmer still are the memories of a great ukulele weekend spent enjoying the Northern California Ukulele Festival (Hayward, CA).

You see, the unique pattern of that sunburn springs from spending several (happy!) hours in the sunshine, playing ukulele with friends old and new at the festival. We played, as one friend said, “every chord ever known,” as the sun shined down on us—hence a sunburn tattoo that is only on the skin surfaces exposed while strumming and chording. Can I say, “Ouch” one more time?

But it was more than worth it!

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Although it has a European pedigree, the ukulele has been adopted wholeheartedly by Hawaiians—so any trip to this island paradise wouldn’t be complete without plenty of ukulele-centric activities—at least that’s how I look at it!

Ukulele experiences abounded during our November 2008 trip to the island that’s most appropriately called “The Big Island.” While it’s certainly been a few months since that visit, I’m offering my account here because you can always enjoy ukuleles and a trip to Hawaii. Just consider me your Big Island Ukulele Tour Guide—and read on for the four-string details! (If you want to read about this trip’s Oahu segment, which preceded our visit here, scroll down for “Three (Ukulele) Days in Waikiki.”)

Landing at the Kona-side airport on the Big Island can be a bit off-putting if you’ve not traveled previously to the island. Passengers from Oahu first see the outlines of Lana’i and Moloka’i and the edge of Maui before heading “down” to this southernmost of the Hawaiian islands. Flying in, the sea is a blanket of inky blueness where it’s the deepest. Approaching the coast of the island, though, the color facets itself into a shimmer of blues, from the peacock-turquoise of the sandy-bottomed areas just offshore to the stands of dark coral seen underwater through an azure wash of color.

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(Read first for guilt-laden disclaimer: Yes, I know it’s been more than a few weeks since the trip this entry is about, but in between times I’ve been really busy. Really. So, here’s the first part of our ukulele-centric trip to Hawaii. The second section, which is about our time on the Big Island, will follow soon. Really. Oh, and if you just want to skip to the photo gallery for this entry—with lots more pictures than I had room for on this page—click here.)

While the rest of the world was (endlessly!) discussing voting on Election Day, Mark and I were winging our way west from Sacramento Airport to the islands of Hawaii. First stop, Oahu—home of Waikiki’s famed beach and a more-than-lively music scene populated by a wealth of talented–and friendly–performers.

After more than five hours of jet time (we fly coach, folks; if you’re a first class passenger, your experience may vary), I always disembark feeling as if I’ve spent a bit of time as a dryer sheet, bouncing around in a noisy metal drum. Yet arriving at the terminal in Honolulu Airport, I’m immediately energized by the variety of people (with the US economy as it is right now, the Asian tourists totally outnumber anyone else), the balmy breeze and the fragrances of the flowering trees planted in the gardens throughout this mainly-outdoors airport.

A quick trip downstairs for luggage, a hike (no sidewalk during an airport reconstruction so we hoofed it across a bit of a planted area and two lanes of traffic) across the street to the lei stands and then off to Avis to see what the rental car gods have blessed us with this trip—a serviceable and non-impressive Subaru-something-or-other four-door (in grey, no less).

Mark and I have only been to Oahu for one night in the past (usually we just pass through Honolulu on our way to a neighbor island), so we’d decided this Hawaii vacation would feature a bit of time on the island that most folks recognize at “the” Hawaii of the oft-imagined tropical dream vacation. We booked ourselves into a one-bedroom unit at the Wyndham Waikiki Beach Walk. We’re not timeshare members with RCI (heck, we’re not timeshare members with anyone), but rented the rooms through a third party. Good decision! While not on the beach (we’d have plenty of that on the Island of Hawaii in the next two weeks), the WWBW is close to everything as well as immaculate and roomy. Destiny checked us in (she’s so lovely and equally sweet–and she plays ukulele left-handed, I found out later). Our room, on the eighth floor, even had a view of Diamond Head, seen over the cotton candy pink spires of the Royal Hawaiian. (Read on …)