Tamashiro Market and the Polynesian Cultural Center

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We got up late and headed to Tamashiro Market to pick up some brunch. The fish there was very fresh and tasty, although by now the two of us did not find poke as exotic as we did the first time we tried it.

Picking up lunch at the Tamashiro Market.
We spent the rest of the day driving out to the east shore to visit the Polynesian Cultural Center. We were somehow convinced to upgrade our tickets to VIP status, which made us part of a tour group as well as gave us better seats for the evening's dinner and show. The tour of the center was quite informative. Our guide kept calling all of us "cousins" although I think all of the tour guides were that way. We were able to see shows that showcased the various islands in Polynesia but during the middle of the afternoon, we were hit by a huge downpour and spent some time hiding from the rain. I think all of the rain that was held up for the fantastic weather we had in the prior two weeks all got let out that moment.


There was quite a downpour at the Polynesian Cultural Institute.
The show afterward was pretty good. There was a LOT of fire dancing in this one, and it was more of a production than the Luau Kalamaku. But the food served during dinner was not as good as the food at The Feast at Lele. One of the most interesting aspects of this place was that no alcohol was served on the premises. This was the only place on the island that we visited that was dry. It did not matter to us since neither of us drank alcohol. (Well Maggie does but not really.)


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  1. UnknownOctober 26, 2014 at 11:28 PM

    The Polynesian Cultural Center is run by the Mormons at nearby BYU-Hawai'i. So yes, it is *very* dry.

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