Throngs of people awaited our arrival at a land called Hanalei. And in keeping with the spirit of tradition, locals and our crews observed traditional customs of arrival and protocol—and a little theater. The natives threatened and dared us, asserting firmly that this was their island. And after our crews offered gifts, it was all welcome and hula, and a few speeches in Hawaiian and in English as well as traditional drumming, singing, and more hula dancing in which our crews were invited to participate. Hundreds of residents gathered and watched the entirety of the ceremonial proceedings, which took a couple of hours. No known photos exist of me hula dancing, and I maintain that I was taking pictures the whole time.