My friends and I started going to Hawaii in 74 for a month at a time. That's how long you had in order to get round trip airfare prices. One of the guys moved there in 76. (and we would fly over and move right in whenever we could afford it! ) We couldn't very well go a month without training, we were young black belt pups, so we always brought gi pants and worked out on our own. We met all kinds of martial guys and gals. Some were locals, and some were tourists. It was always a wonderful experience to work out with them. Sometimes it was in a ball-field, a beach, a back yard or the top of Haleakala. We met Russian Karate men, German wrestlers, kick boxers from Amsterdam, Korean Tae-kwon-do men, and Japanese artists from a lot of different styles. On several occasions we worked out with a language barrier problem and only knew what each other were saying by technique and body language alone, but it was still great. Fantastic, even.
On several occasions in the eighties I spoke with Ed Parker and Wally Jay about what it was like growing up there and training Martial Arts. They had some wonderful stories and would go on for hours, it was like listening to a history lesson. In 78 I saw a Mas Oyama's team fight in Honolulu. Master Oyama was there and I got to bow to him and shake his hand. (didn't wash it for two days. No, really, I'm serious.) In 94 and 95 my wife and I took privates in the garage under Relson Gracies house from one of his purple belts. We went to some of his classes. (at the time they were at U H.) In 96 and 97 we trained at Rickson's school (run by Hommolo Barrens) in Wailuku. It was a grand time.
We lived there twice, once for two years and once for ten. Both times we had to move back to take care of elderly family. Everyone's gone now, and we'll be going back for good when we can. I'm actually on a leave of absence from my job at the airport. Our dog (who was born in Hilo) is 14....
....and is too old to make the trip. I hope he lives another ten years, but that probably ain't gonna happen.
One of my good friends on Maui is a Tang-soo-do man. I worked out with him many times. A lot of the black belts from his organization would come to vacation, and we all had a grand time. It was like that with everyone I knew from the fight game. They'd come for vacation and they would always spend a couple days working out with the boys. Hawaii is like that. It usually draws more vacationers than Boston (where I am now) or say, South Dakota.
When I think "Hawaii" and "Martial Arts" my head usually spins a bit. Martial Artists are everywhere over there. And, man, I can't wait to go home.