Gustavo was working in Honolulu when I arrived and a woman who handles the place for him had broken her hip, so no one was there. However, I got in OK. But soon after arriving I opened a kitchen drawer to get a spoon -- and a cockroach scuttled away through the cutlery. I then became concerned that the "bed" was just a mattress on a few old wooden warehouse palettes. Even the most out-of-shape Hawaiian cockroach could make it up the four inches of palette to the mattress, I feared. However, luckily this did not come to pass, although I continued to see cockroaches in the kitchen. When Gustavo finally arrived, the night before I left, he put out some traps, and also gave me some good tips on places to visit. The house is large and just a few blocks from the airport.