Molokai, Hawaii

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Molokai, Hawaii’s Most Undisturbed and Remote Island

 Molokai, Hawaii Panoramic Map – 1897 (9×12 Collectible Art Print, Wall Decor Travel Poster)

I love Hawaii, maybe more than any islands on earth, but you have to really love isolation to love Molokai. There’s no nightlife, and there’s not really any foodie fare either, or even a 3 star restaurant. What you get on Molokai is isolation, raw nature, solitude, authentic Hawaiians, fresh food, and miles of nothing but green trees and blue ocean.


You can ride a horse down the cliffs to visit the Leper colony, but it rained every day while I was there, and the mud made the path look very dangerous to me, no thanks, I can see the cliffs from the air. And that’s what I did, by taking a helicopter tour which I highly recommend! In fact I recommend a helicopter tour of every island, as it’s the only way to see some of the most beautiful waterfalls and beautiful land formations and jungles.


In the early 1990’s I stayed in an old Polynesian style hotel on the island which had cute little bungalows with real thatched roofs (very high ceilings) but it rained every day and the roof actually leaked. It was not my favorite Hawaii experience, but towards the end of the week the sun came out on an early afternoon and I took a long drive all the way around the island. That was pretty amazing, as all Hawaiian landscapes are. But that hotel is long gone, and now you have your choice of several nice ones, but no big chain hotels which is what some people are looking for and it helps the island retain its old style flavor.


Ancient playgrounds for ancient Gods,
Surrounded by oceans in all directions,
Emerald mountains rise up from the floors of
The sea, oozing with lava about to erupt again.
Meanwhile coconut trees line the sandy beach
And sway in the gentle breeze that whispers on your skin.
Paradise interrupts reality again.

© Heather Burns