I heard of a reggae festival on Oahu called the Rayjamah Festival. It seemed like a crime to not attend, especially being in a reggae rich environment. I bought tickets online, bought plane tickets and hoped my boss would let me off for the weekend. Since the island is so small, it is common for people to island hop or leave for short periods of time. I gave over a month’s notice and it was easy-peasy to take off.
I’ve mentioned the transition from Dallas to Kauai before and I will say it again, ITS HARD. Dallas is so fast paced and go-go-go and Kauai is a sleepy island in the middle of the ocean. To have the opportunity to take off and go to a place that go-go-goes again, was super exciting. The flight is only about 30 minutes so it’s easy too. I didn’t rent a car because I foolishly thought that it would be easy to get around. And for the most part – it was.
Once I got of the airport, I walked into the beautiful sound of honking cars, a slightly odd smell you only find in the city, and NOISE! It was fairly easy to find the bus stop and navigating down to Waikiki. A man sat down next to me who had the Star of David tattooed across his face in rows. He told me he is a musician and invited to me to go to a hill with him to play music. I thanked him for his invite and offered for him to come with me to the festival. He said he doesn’t like to spend money to listen to music. We had a nice chat, he blessed me on my journey and got off the bus.
Waikiki. How do I even describe such a place? The streets are lined with skyscraper apartments and hotels, the sidewalks are crammed with people carrying shopping bags or taking pictures, and cars are blaring their horns. You know when you kick sand on an ant hill and the poor little buggers go everywhere? That’s how it felt walking along the street. Just chaos. I wandered through an open air mall, trailed behind a group of tourists through the city and sat on a park bench and admired the beach. It was every bit as magical as I thought.
I had an whole afternoon to goof off before the concert and then I was meeting up with an old friend whom I haven’t seen in close to ten years. After sitting on the bench and people watching, I went to the zoo. Holy heck, it was the best thing of the whole trip (almost). Since I was on my own, I was able to dilly dally at my own pace and really check out everything. To read about the Zoo Experience, click here.
Lucky me, the zoo was only about a block or so away from where the music festival was. Once in, I found a spot to sit and watched a whole bunch of bands. What is cool about the festival was when I got back to Kauai, I heard all the bands I just saw on the radio. That doesn’t happen very often in Dallas – as it is much more mainstream radio then there. One of my favorite bands is Soja. One of their tracks has a fella named Chris Boomer singing on it. HE WAS AT THE SHOW. I cried. The sweet song came on and I started bawling my face off. Music provides a release that I don’t realize I need until I am there. During the song this mother comes up to me with her son and starts talking and asking me to take pictures. I tried to not be rude, but I was crying and in the moment and didn’t want to miss this particular treat. When I look back, I think she was trying to be wing-woman for her son. The show was absolutely amazing. If you ever get a chance to check out Rayjamah Festival, I would strongly suggest it.