Fire
When I helped Mahdi move to his new apartment, I was intrigued by several gallons of kerosene stacked near the front door; by that and by a dancing pole in the middle of the living room. It turns out that his new room mates are fire dancers.
Lodging is getting hard to find in Honolulu and Mahdi ended up living with perfect strangers. Little did he expect that he would be greeted by people twirling flaming staffs in his own backyard.
Aside from setting stuff ablaze just for relaxing in the middle a of an otherwise perfectly standard compliant party, the Honolulu fire performers gather every Tuesdays in the amphitheater in Kaka'ako park near Ala Moana. There, they stack metal cannisters of white gas and sooty sticks while awaiting the sun set.