Hawaii: A peek into Molokai's tragic past

By Marco Garcia

Early arrivals on Hawaiian island knew they'd never leave, writes Marco Garcia.
Kalaupapa Lookout offers stunning views of Molokai, Hawaii. Photo / 123RF
Kalaupapa Lookout offers stunning views of Molokai, Hawaii. Photo / 123RF

A visit to the island of Molokai offers a window on a unique and tragic chapter of Hawaiian history.

For about a century, beginning in 1866, about 8000 individuals afflicted with leprosy were quarantined to live out their lives on the remote Kalaupapa Peninsula, on Molokai's northern shores. Their stories are told at Kalaupapa National Historical Park.

About 100 people still live in the community, mostly government workers and a few patients who chose to stay after the quarantine policy officially ended in 1969. Unless you're invited by a resident, you can only visit the park on a guided tour, with a permit.

We booked a package with Makani Kai Charter Tours that included a flight from Honolulu to the main airport at Molokai, a bus tour of the park plus lunch, and a return flight from a tiny open-air airport inside the park.

We planned a hike down Kalaupapa's steep sea cliffs before our park tour. We headed to the trailhead from Molokai's mountain-top airport, sharing a 15-minute taxi ride with two people who'd been on our flight.

Our fellow passengers were heading to the cliffs for mule rides. We started ahead of the mules as the trail narrowed and the mules made it tougher to navigate. (We planned our flight home from the park airport so we wouldn't have to hike back up.)

At 500m, the mountaintop offered a spectacular view of the Kalaupapa Peninsula - though it would have been even more impressive if there hadn't been storm clouds and vog (what locals call volcanic smog).

As we began the 5km hike, we were immersed in a loud chorus of tropical birds. We also caught a few glimpses of the ocean rumbling below at spots where the thick foliage thinned out.

As we made our way down, I spotted huge spider webs above in the trees and my wife found tiny flowers and moss-covered rocks. Colourful plants abounded along with guava, noni and Brazilian pepper trees heavy with red bundles of peppercorns. Farther along, a wild goat ignored us while quietly munching on the noni fruit, also known as Indian mulberry.

The uneven concrete and boulder steps began to jolt our knees so we took a break every few switchbacks. Needless to say, there's no cellphone service here, and hikers must bring their own snacks and water. As mules use the trail daily, mule droppings are found at every turn. That aside, the hike was peaceful with hardly anyone else on the trail.

Father Damien is a local hero. Photo / Hawaii Tourism Authority (HTA) / Dana Edmunds
Father Damien is a local hero. Photo / Hawaii Tourism Authority (HTA) / Dana Edmunds


Storm clouds broke an hour into our hike. The rain was brief but heavy, turning the trail into a slippery mud bath. Footholds filled with water and water spilled in streams off the concrete steps. We'd packed raincoats but still got soaked to the bone. My wife took a small stumble and I had a few close calls, ending up with muddy hands from catching myself on rocks. We tried to dry ourselves off but with no sun and a strong breeze, we were chilled for the rest of the hike.

About three-quarters of the way down, the mules caught up with us, passing us on a wide switchback. Near the bottom the trail opened up to a view of the stormy Pacific. Rough seas slammed on to shores lined with boulders, palm trees and ironwood trees. The hike took about two hours, but we would have gone faster if the rain hadn't slowed us down.

We met our tour near the beachside mule corral, joining a few other hikers, a group of retirees and the mule riders who'd passed us, including our fellow taxi passengers, who looked just as wet and worn as we did. An old yellow school bus transported us to the national park.

We visited structures built in the late 1800s by Father Damien, the Belgian priest who devoted himself to the colony and was eventually canonised, and saw the gravesite of Marianne, the nun who cared for female patients of the colony and was also made a saint.

Our guide pointed out an ancient Hawaiian altar called a heiau, and we visited two turn-of-the-20th century churches still in use. Some of St Damien's remains are interred at St Philomena Church.

Along the way there were deer, wild pigs and dozens of feral but friendly cats who were accustomed to being fed by the bus driver.

We picnicked on a blustery field overlooking the peninsula's cold, rough waters before being taken to the airport for our flight out.

It was sobering to consider that ships once anchored here to unload passengers who would never leave.

Checklist

GETTING THERE
Hawaiian Airlines has a special $999 fare for return Economy Class between Auckland and Honolulu on sale until June 5. hawaiianairlines.com

ONLINE
gohawaii.com

- AAP

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