Share to Facebook Share to Twitter Share to Linkedin View from the Kohanaiki clubhouse terrace Scott Kramer “I just pulled into the pickup area near baggage claim, and will be wearing all navy blue with a gray cap,” texts my personal driver Luke, shortly before my plane lands in Kona. His sign-off emoji: A hang ten hand gesture. It’s so Hawaii.
As we emerge from the airport on the Aloha State’s Big Island, I see Luke waving to me and my family. The five-minute ride to Kohanaiki – an 11-year-old, ultra-luxurious private golf and real estate community – takes us through a combination of desert and black lava rock, before entering the property. Instantly, the surroundings are transformed into something much more upscale – gorgeous houses, a lush green golf course, quaint streets and plenty of palm trees.
I am instantly relaxed. And seriously, everyone is smiling at one another. Every golf cart we pass, people give a friendly nod.
Disneyland claims to be the happiest place on Earth. After a few minutes here, I beg to differ. Luke rolls us up to our personal golf carts for the next three days, and introduces me to Taylor – a personal attendant for our hale – that’s Hawaiian for home .
He escorts us into our villa while Luke brings in the luggage. Neither will accept tips, and tell us all employees here are well-paid and will not accept our money. Taylor walks us through every detail of the incredibly luxurious four-bedroom, five-bath unit overlooking the first .