In the Pacific, two-thousand miles from anywhere, lies Hawaii. For tourists it's an island in?
In the Pacific, two-thousand miles from anywhere, lies Hawaii. For tourists it's an island in the ???....a place where life is slow and easy, a world of guitars and the hula....
Each year two-hundred-thousand visitors flock to Kapioloni Park to see the hula. And there are the inevitable movies to show the folks at home. The hula is even taught in some schools.
But Hawaii, although isolated has not escaped the pattern of today. Already it has a guided weapons base, guarding mainland shores... And already it has the restrictions and the curbs of other capitals.
But civilisation has left other marks....modern shops withdraw amenities and of course, television. Three commercial stations flourish in this city of six-hundred-thousand people, built along the moon-like volcanic coast.
On the horizon is Diamond Head Mountain ???
The Aloha tower, which dominates the harbor is Hawaii's statue of Liberty. And, Iolani's Palace, now the executive building, watched over by King Kamehameha, who conquered and united the islands in 1790. Now Hawaii is linking up with the United States. During next year it will formally become the fiftieth state. Now downtown Honolulu, heart of an expanding city, throbbing with people....
This is a "free for all" pedestrian crossing, used at every intersection in the city proper. Under this system, vehicle traffic may proceed until the lights turn red. Then pedestrians may cross in any direction.
Walk anywhere in Honolulu and you'll find something typically American....a show-shine stand....or perhaps a cocktail lounge. For today, after sixty-one years of administration the American influence has never been greater.
Many drive-in restaurants lie close to the city. There Polynesian girls bring your meal to the car. If you haven't a car you can hire one -- the latest models, too. Minimum charge: six dollars a day.
Parking stations are becoming part of the scene. Nearby the modern, but dignified building of the Hawaiian Trust Company contrasts with the modern influence....a contemporary coffee and cocktail bar near the highway. Difference again is a drive-in shopping centre, being built near the city. When complete it will contain eighty shops. Even cathedrals -- this is St. Andrew's -- have a modern flavour.
Hawaii University is centre of the Island's education -- a system typically American. And, last year about nine-thousand students attended its classes. They were of every race, color and creed. For in Hawaii alone, there are no fewer than sixty-four racial types.
A secondary port...the Kemalo Basin, lies a mile-and-a-half from the city. This is the home port of the island's commercial fishing fleet. And, moored here are boats of every size and shape....from sampans with engines to a quare rigged brigantine. Most of the boats are owned by Japanese but have Hawaiian crews and are engaged in tuna fishing. They're all painted a bright, dazzling orange.
Seven miles from Honolulu is Pearl Harbor ... site of the greatest naval station under the American flag, and scene of the surprise Japanese attack in 1941. In two hours, eighteen American ships were sunk or crippled.
Today, as ships leave port the crews salute one of the wrecks....the ARIZONA....left partly submerged as a tribute to the 12-hundred men who drowned when she sank in eight minutes. Nearby lies the UTAH.
Pearl Harbor today is a formidable place, bristling with guns, rockets, planes and ships: America doesn't intend to be caught napping again. But, underneath Honolulu is still a tourist resort....
And, the international village near Waikiki Beach, is the tourist's mecca. Here everyone is welcome, regardless of race, color or religion, whether he be diplomat, beachcomber, prince or pirate.
Here you can buy anything from liquor at a unique bar, to clothes, jewellery or antiques on display in thatched huts. At Arthur's any time, you can watch a Polynesian woman make keis....a symbol of Hawaiian hospitality, as old as the Polynesian people themselves.
And here's the modern Waikiki....built to complement the famous beach....a place of wide boulevards, and modern shops....shops at which the tourists spend 65-million dollars a year. And here's Bishop's national bank, founded by a white man who married an Hawaiian Princess. Through marriage he gained Oahu Island, and made his fortune. That's Bishop Place...
Dress on these sunny islands is strictly informal, even at the Hawaiian Village Hotel.....
This is the hotel's reception hall, widely used for conferences....and there's accommodation for hundreds of guests....outdoors is made for lazy days.
At the hotel Waikikian the story is the same....and no less so at the Royal Hawaiian, Waikiki's oldest and grandest hotel.....
Down at the beach, which is sheltered by a reef, the surf is ideal for boats and boards.....
Everywhere, tourists are spending the day in their own way. After all they're on holiday....far from the cares of the workaday world....
So this is Hawaii, U.S.A., of which Mark Twain said: "For me its balmy airs are always blowing, its summer seas flashing in the sun, the pulsing of its surf-beat is in my ear. It's always with me this Paradise of the Pacific...."