Oahu Pearl Harbor & Island Tour: Local Guide, Airfare, Pickup

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What’s the experience like?

“You see those oil drops?” our guide asked quietly as we leaned over the rail at the USS Arizona Memorial. “They call them the tears of the Arizona.” I didn’t expect to feel so much standing there — it was oddly silent except for the water lapping below, and even the kids in our group went quiet. The names on the wall hit harder than I thought they would. It felt like everyone was holding their breath together for a minute.

The day started early — Big Island to Honolulu is just a short flight but somehow it felt like we’d landed somewhere completely different. Our driver met us right at the airport with this easy smile and a stack of attraction tickets (I never had to worry about where to go next). After Pearl Harbor, we circled Oahu in that blessedly air-conditioned van. The Koʻolau Mountains looked unreal in the morning mist, all sharp ridges and deep green. At Tropical Farms Macadamia Nut Farm, I tried cracking a nut myself (not as easy as it looks) and ended up laughing with one of the aunties who worked there. She showed me how you’re supposed to do it — her hands way quicker than mine.

Lunch was at Fumi’s Garlic Shrimp Truck up on the North Shore. The garlic smell hit before we even got out of the van — honestly, my fingers still smelled like shrimp hours later. We stopped at roadside fruit stands too; I grabbed banana lumpia because our guide swore it was “the best on island.” He wasn’t wrong. There were surfers out at Waimea Bay, even though it wasn’t competition season, and I could’ve watched them for hours if we didn’t have more ground to cover.

By late afternoon we reached Dole Plantation. The sun was hot but not unbearable — I ducked into the shop mostly for shade but ended up trying Dole Whip (it’s sweet and cold and sort of perfect after a long day). On the drive back toward Waikiki, I realized how much of Oahu we’d actually seen in just one day trip from Big Island. It’s weird how some places stick with you more than you expect; I still think about that quiet moment over the water at Pearl Harbor sometimes.