In 2007, after a month’s voyage on the
Hokule’a through Japan’s inland sea,
I watched the immigration officer at the
Honolulu Int’l Airport interrogate the person in
front of me for about 30 minutes.  Worried
and hoping that I had all my paperwork in
order, I stepped forward when the officer
called “Next!”   
I was still fumbling around with my papers,
tired, unkempt, and resembling nothing of my
passport photo when the Officer, without
looking up, asked, “Mr. Kai, what was your
main purpose in Japan?”  I started to say
“Hokule’a”, but before I could finish he closed
my passport, looked at me, smiled and said
“Welcome home, son!” and THAT…….
is the magic of Hokule’a…..