Parties are a big part of life here, even for tourists. I was a little skeptical of a “tourist” luau, but I went along to get along, and , damn!, it was fun. The pig was just finishing its afternoon’s roast as we arrived and it almost was ready for plating. And I was ready for a little pulled pork. 
I could see the roast pig as the center-point for the community feast. I’m suspicious that the Hawaiians did not have Memphis BBQ sauce for their pork, or even catsup, but we enjoyed an array of meats, sauces from the States, local fruits and even a little poi for the brave or foolish. And then came the dancing…
Expression in Dance. 
Dancing the hula. 
The expression is in the hands. 
Hawaiian Opera 
Fire Finale
All in all, a pretty good time…