Waimanalo is a residential area near what could be considered a reserve in the mainland. That means that, lucky me, I have ended up in my personal paradise, far from the tourists - if being in the same island they can be far - and with the possibility to observe how is life in Hawai\'i for those who call home this remote spot in the Pacific.
A few walks on the beach and the following conversation with whom plays the role of host, driver, guide, provider of fins (literally) and other useful equipment brought me to the conclusion that in Hawai\'i there are many people that get away, because they want to or because they have to, living on the beach of near campsites.
Camping in most of the island is easy and free, but you need a permit that is only given for a maximum of four days. Wednesdays and Thursdays, actually, it is not allowed to camp in most of the sites. All this in theory, of course. In practice some of hem get settled with so much stuff (including the stuff keeper dogs) that it is difficult to imagine that they are going anywhere in the future, not even in the far future. Apparently some of them manage to get settled alternating the name of different family members on the permit. Others simply stay where they are until they are kicked out. On Wednesdays and Thursdays I imagine they try to keep down the activity or maybe they tidy up a bit to be less obvious.
In Spain we call the homeless people sin techo - roofless people. We can call them the name we want, but they wake up with this everyday.
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