Aloha in Hawaii: When you picture Hawaii you likely have images of beautiful exotic women in grass skirts, donning you with fresh flower leis as you step off the plane onto the hot tarmac. There is a soft breeze and rustle of the tall coconut palm trees that line the drive, and the faint strumming of a ukulele is constant in the background.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At least that\u2019s what I picture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This post was originally published in 2008. It has since been updated for accuracy of links and content.\u00a0<\/em> In some ways, it\u2019s not far off the truth either. Flower leis are everywhere, ukuleles can occasionally be heard, and coconut palm trees abound. The ocean is clear and beautiful, and the waves are hypnotically relaxing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But as for the woman in the grass skirt with a permanent smile on her face\u2026not so much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Okay, I didn\u2019t realistically envision grass skirts everywhere \u2013 that\u2019s an exaggeration, but Hawaii is supposed to be known for something called \u201cAloha\u201d; a phrase not only meaning hello and goodbye<\/a>, but also indicative of a state of mind \u2013 love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n See also: Learning the Hawaiian Language<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n If you go to a place that is reputed to have \u201clots of Aloha\u201d, you know you will see friendly faces, be privy to generous gestures, and will feel like you are part of the small community that makes up these tiny isolated islands in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. In a place with Aloha, people say hello (or \u201caloha\u201d) to one another in the street, everybody smiles, and people come to one another\u2019s (even a stranger\u2019s) assistance without hesitation in times of need. Kind of like what we experienced in British Columbia, Canada<\/a>; a place that immediately felt like home to us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But sadly, the Aloha here in Hawaii is gone. And I\u2019m not the only one to observe this. It is evident. We may as well be on the mainland, in some impersonal big city. Nobody says hello\/aloha to passers-by, it is like pulling teeth to get a smile from the cashier, small talk with strangers is looked upon as creepy, and in some cases the locals are downright cruel<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n If a local passes you by either on foot or in a car, more often than not it is uncomfortable. I consider myself to be a pretty forthright and friendly person, but now I try not to make eye contact with anybody. I avoid the frequent cold looks, or just plain sour expressions that plague so many faces. Quite frankly I am scared by the locals, who often look to be more dangerous than friendly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Perfect example: when we were taking a stroll down memory lane just last week<\/a>, we drove by Pohoiki \u2013 a very local and somewhat isolated beach on the east coast. Tourists are regularly assaulted there by the locals. And when we drove through this last time, a number of locals had actually set up road blocks in the middle of the road by placing boulders in each of the two lanes. There was just enough room to squeeze through, and we knew better than to stop for this rough-looking crowd, so we eased on by. Looking in the rear view mirror, we could see them yelling and cursing after us, and one of them actually picked up a rock. Thank goodness they didn\u2019t throw it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The tourists are generally happier (heck \u2013 they\u2019re on vacation), but they don\u2019t often understand the concept of \u201caloha\u201d and tend to bring their mainland ways to the island. Last week we spent the night at a hostel in a shared room. One girl (albeit young, conceited, and ignorantly stupid), had the gall to answer a Skype call on her computer and talk for 15 minutes in a less-than-hushed-tone\u2026at 3am. There were six other people in the room who had the pleasure of enduring her conversation. Who does this?!?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n No wonder the locals look bitter \u2013 maybe they\u2019re tired of giving and never getting back. Or maybe it\u2019s the other way around \u2013 I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A fellow writer on Wise Bread (a site I write for<\/a>), has much the same thing to say about his experiences at home. Overall negativity and lack of aloha seems to be everywhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kelly\u2019s family also has the same to say for Edmonton; a place they called home for thirty years. When they moved there they arrived in a small town where the cashier knew your name and \u201caloha\u201d was everywhere. They left a medium town that thought it was a big city with nowhere near the same sort of aloha it once had. I felt more aloha in Toronto than I ever did in Edmonton. First of all, I can\u2019t speak to all the Hawaiian islands, since I have only really gotten to know the Big Island. But here are some suggestions as to why the aloha has disappeared. These suggestions are not purely off the top of my head either \u2013 they are a culmination of many conversations with many people on this topic. If there is no aloha on the mainland, and people from these places are visiting (and relocating to) Hawaii en mass, then it stands to reason that many of the mainland issues and mentalities will simply transplant themselves here. The language, shops, and overall culture is not so different from the mainland that people who visit or move here feel the need to adapt to new ways; they can just bring their old ways here. And presto: now you have a mainland presence and state of mind taking over Hawaii. Maybe the locals are frustrated with the number of tourists here. Too many unwitting cultural faux pas and ignorant trespassers will wear anybody down after a while. Combine that with a long history of cultural oppression, and the locals could understandably lose some of their desire to be friendly to anybody.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In chatting with a fellow who has traveled extensively through Asia, he suggested that the local Thai people are not very friendly. I was surprised at this, as it was my impression that Thai hospitality is renowned. He instead suggested that people in the Philippines are way friendlier, since they have not seen nearly the amount of tourist traffic that Thailand has. Although only a theory, this seems to be another example of how mass tourism can kill aloha. Volcano Off-Gases (VOG) are being blamed for a lot these days. It is always a factor on some level, and it is a common part of the local weather reports. And with the volcano here erupting up a storm again, VOG levels are through the roof. It affects people with respiratory problems, creates a constant haze that obstructs the sun (we haven\u2019t really seen the sun and true blue sky here in what seems like months), and could also be the root of some other less tangible problems.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Everybody we talk to is going through something strange. Karma is off; people are easily frustrated; bad moods and overreactions are common; and there is an inexplicable negative slant to everything. Many many people are wondering if it has to do with the VOG levels, the toxicity of the air, and the general energy of this island which is physically growing and changing and evolving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This theory may be a little \u201cout there\u201d for somebody who doesn\u2019t believe in unscientific forces, but spend a little time living on Pele\u2019s turf (Pele is the volcano goddess of fire), and you too may become a believer. There is some serious power to these islands \u2013 good and otherwise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/p>\n\n\n\nWhy is the Aloha in <\/span>Hawaii Gone?<\/span><\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\nThe Mainland Presence<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\nToo many Tourists?<\/span><\/h3>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\nThe VOG<\/h3>\n\n\n\n