Day 137: Yachats Yachts

Laetitia spent the day hiking with her group on the beaches and seaside trails south of Newport, Oregon. By evening they had only gotten as far as Yachats, so they had dinner there. The bar was adjacent to the restaurant, and some activity going on at one of the tables in the bar gave Laetitia the limerick of the day.

The ladies who live in Yachats
Are the ones that old Raleigh besots
With martinis in bars
As he brags of his cars
And his mansions and servants and yachts.

Day 117: Olivine Scene

One of Laetitia’s pleasures in conducting these tours of the Hawaiian Islands was that the packets of freshly roasted coffee beans that she found next to the coffee maker each morning when she arrived at the Emerald Victorian were 100 percent Kona coffee. Obviously, the mysterious powers that be at Mind’s Eye Limerick Tours had a source. Although pure Kona coffee is easily obtainable in the Islands, what is commonly marketed as Kona coffee in mainland United States is a blend of only 10 percent Kona. It doesn’t resemble the real thing.

One of the attractions on the big island of Hawaii for those who like secluded sun-bathing is Papakõlea Beach, better known as “the beach with green sand.” The sand is composed of a silicate of iron and magnesium called Olivine. Laetitia took her group there. A woman from Ohio named Claire, who had joined her tour, was so enamored with all of the tanned muscular men on the beach that she didn’t want to go home.

Lying there on the beach with green sand
Claire opined that her life was quite bland
Back home in Sandusky
Where men weren’t as husky
And, certainly not as well tanned.

Day 112: Ono, No-No

Laetitia took her group on a submarine ride that provided some nice views of tropical fish. There were some especially interesting ones around some small ships that had been sunk to provide fish habitat. In the afternoon, several of the group went shopping before they reconvened at the beachside restaurant of the Moana Hotel (now Moana Surfrider), the oldest hotel on Waikiki beach. Brad, one group member, had had the Hawaiian fish ono on a previous trip and wanted to have it again. Unfortunately, it was not on the menu, but his desire provided the limerick of the day.

In the Islands, Brad’s favorite dish
Was ono, the Hawaiian fish
But when he ordered ono
The waiter said, “no-no,”
And so he did not get his wish.

Day 111: Youth Sleuth

As Laetitia walked down Raglan Road in the fresh dawn hour, past the ornate sign that said “Tara” and up the wooden steps to the carved door of the Emerald Victorian, she was in a wistful mood. She was going to miss Ireland after touring there for so many weeks.

Before making coffee, she stopped to read two poems by Thomas Moore—The Harp That Once Through Tara’s Halls and Sweet Innisfallen—both of which were embroidered on fine Irish linen and displayed on the paneled wall in intricately carved frames. As she read The Harp That Once Through Tara’s Halls again, she felt Thomas Moore’s sense of loss as he captured in the words of the poem (and song) the faded splendor of ancient Ireland. And while reading Sweet Innisfallen, she felt his sadness at leaving that beautiful place behind as he went into exile.

For Laetitia, the sense of loss was more a mood than a reality. As a Mind’s Eye tour director, she could go back to Ireland any time she wanted. But she knew that if she went back, things would not be the same. It would be like trying to recapture the magic of childhood.

“Enough of that,” Laetitia thought as she went into the kitchen to brew her coffee. As she poured a cup she shed a tear for Ireland, then took a whiff of the dark rich aroma of the 100 percent Kona coffee and said to herself, “Hawaii. That’s where I’ll go next.”

Laetitia did the first day of her United States tour in Honolulu, on Oahu. Several members of the tour group wanted to see the Arizona Memorial at the Pearl Harbor Naval Base, so they went there and also toured the Battleship Missouri, upon which was signed the treaty that ended the war with Japan. That evening, they had Mai Tais at the beach bar of the Royal Hawaiian, or “the “Pink Palace,” as it is sometimes called. It is a historic hotel and was once a landmark on Waikiki, but now it is dwarfed by all of the high-rise hotels. An example of what can happen to otherwise sedate Midwesterners when they come to Hawaii is illustrated in the limerick of the day.

At the beach-side bar, Ruth from Duluth
Drank martinis bereft of vermouth
After which she would goose
Younger men on the loose
As she tried to regain her lost youth.