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The Hilton at Waikoloa Village had canals and a monorail that
traversed the length of the facility between all the
buildings, pools, restaurants, shops and lobby. We took
the boat most of the time through the canals to get to where
we wanted to go. Hailey would always scramble to the
little seat behind the captain's stand and shout out "My
seat!".
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