I read mixed reviews about the Dole Plantation. Some said it was a tourist trap, which I would agree with. A gigantic store stocked with every kind of pineapple item, including some dubious items, was the first thing I saw upon arrival. Some people raved about the ice cream, “Best I’ve ever tasted,” crowed one aficionado. (It wasn’t. Way too sweet.)
But the train tour past pineapple fields with orange/rust soil from the iron/volcanic ash and the plethora of unusual plants made it all worthwhile. I don’t have a car, and the plantation was 25 miles away, but Uber was affordable. Rush hour turned the the 45 minute trip into more than an hour, but it was interesting to see the island.
I even got to see some tiny pineapples growing from the center of the plants.
Thumbs up for research for Book 4 - HAWAII.
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