After a conch shell was blown announcing our group’s arrival in Molokai’s extremely lush Halawa Valley, we pressed our foreheads and noses against the faces of the family we met while breathing in – the traditional Hawaiian greeting, or honi.
After a conch shell was blown announcing our group’s arrival in Molokai’s extremely lush Halawa Valley, we pressed our foreheads and noses against the faces of the family we met while breathing in – the traditional Hawaiian greeting, or honi.
