Hotels really do work together in Waikiki. When I was “out there” really “running ’em hard” on drugs, every day an adventure, every now and then I would hook up with a guy who could still afford a hotel room. There were times we’d reach the check in, and the hotel staffers somehow knew what we were all about. They’d reach under the counter and pull out a clipboard with a list of names on a sheet of paper. Every hotel had a list of people unwelcome at any hotel in Waikiki. They did not know me by name, but they always recognized the guy and they had no Aloha when they told us to leave. By the time we had walked to the next hotel, that hotel had already been called by the first hotel. There was no checking into any hotel on Kalakaua Avenue or 2 star Kuhio Avenue for that matter. Occasionally the restriction only applied to one hotel chain, but usually it was meant for oh, probably the entire state. I don’t know what qualified a person to get on the list, and I don’t know how long person stayed on the list, but I do know that there was no arguing with the list. Not exactly due process compliant but they were never wrong about me and my intentions for the use of their space.