a resident I began to qualify as a Kamaaina. The ride in from the airport seemed very familiar from last year. I stayed in a different hotel this time-- the Reef Towers for any who have been in Honolulu and had a beautiful big room. Going out onto Kalakau Avenue, which is the main drag of Waikiki, everything seemed like just the day before. It was like waking up on Monday morning and going back to where you left off on Friday. The shops were the same, the ever present racks of MuuMuus and Aloha shirts for the men were just as before. Everything was just as I left it last year. Even the "sale" signs were ident- ical. I felt that I had really never been gone.

One of our number lives in Honolulu and asked me to call him when I arrived. I did so and he very graciously showed me around parts of the island that I had not seen last year. He is an accomplished surfer and as we came upon a little bay in which several surgers were practicing their pastime he told me a few things about surfing. His observations about it were very interesting and had such broad connotations that I am going to reserve them as the subject for a separate Virgin Views in a future issue to avoid making this column too long. Needless to say I was very appreciative of his kindness in show- ing me around and in taking me to and from the air- port when I went to Kauai.

I made two new friends there too. In TVia #41 I mentioned meeting a wonderful minister and his wife in San Francisco. I had asked this man who in Hawaii was doing a similar piece of work and he gave me a name. (Any of our readers in Hawaii who would like to contact him may write to me for the name.) I called this man, told him I was a friend of his friend in San Francisco and that I would like to meet him. He arranged to come down and pick me up and take me up to his home where I met his wife. I play- ed it straight as just a visiting woman friend of his friend for about a half an hour and the visit was quite friendly but somewhat ordinary. Then I got

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