Waikiki Police Station

I read the reviews before coming to this police station, and was expecting dismal service like many others had described.
To my surprise, it was quite the opposite. The officer was courteous, though he did not want to make small talk much. My husband lost his drivers license while on vacation, and the only way he would be able to fly home was if we filed a police report.
Officer Yang was helpful and explained the procedure. We were in and out within 15 minutes, with our police report in hand.

I wish I could choose not to give any starts but these ppl are shitty. I was waiting for my gf to get off from work right next to her store and I know I was parking in a no parking zone and there was a pig (cop) parked across the street and this fucker decides to tell me not to park there. Even tho he was parking on a no parking zone too. How come I can’t park there but he can?

I really didn’t need to go in here, but being adventurer I wondered inside. I told the officer that I was visiting from CA, and just wanted to go inside. I took pictures of the sign, was wanting a pic with handcuff… but the officer told me No.
They have a lot of visitor information people with bright yellow and green shirts. They can give you a wealth of information for the city.
The office here is small and dingy, and based on the swamp cooler in the pathway, can get very hot. I can understand them having a satellite office here in this location, so close to the beach.

My friend lost his driver’s license and was told to file a police report. We came here as it was the closest one near our hotel. The officer appeared annoyed that we even showed up. Hey sorry to disturb you from sitting at your desk doing nothing, but my friend was told he had to file a report with the police. If you don’t like your job get a new one! They need to work on their training on how to deal with the public!

My kids and I we’re walking by the Hyatt Regency when some jerk threw a 4 ounce to go container of sauce off their lanai at least ten floors up into the crowd walking down below. It landed about 3 inches from my child’s feet/​head. The container sounded like a large glass bottle breaking next to us. It came down with so much force that it splattered her from head to toe. When something is dropped from that height, it lands like a ton of bricks. If it had landed on her head, she could have been seriously injured. The street vendor watched the guy throw it and take pictures after. He counted what floor and window this jerk was on. I contacted the manager at the Hyatt and then went to this police substation right across the street. I was met by Officer David Yowes who walked back to the sidewalk where this idiot was staying. Officer Yowes did not speak to the vendor, but let Hyatt security do so. He just asked security what the vendor said. Both Hyatt security and this officer took down my name, hotel and cell number. They said they would «investigate» and get back to me. I have not heard from either of them. I do not think Officer Yowes realizes how someone can be seriously injured when people throw items off their balcony. He did not seem concerned as if this happens quite a bit. Are these the people who are supposed to serve and protect?

they beat my friend t’ill he had a concussion & then beat the shit out of my brother & friend!!!

I had a great experience with the Waikiki Police at this location. I had been swimming just a block away from the station and when I started getting out of the water, I noticed that my toe was bleeding. No biggie, it happens. But when I got completely out of the water, I noticed that I had about an inch long gash on my toe!
I wasn’t sure what the best option was since I was several blocks from my hotel, so I darted into the police station. The officers on duty were extremely friendly and helpful. They gave me cleaning wipes, etc. and band-​aids to get semi patched up. This allowed me the time to get back to my hotel without bleeding all over the place.
When we got back home a day later, I went to the doctor to see if I might need stitches. The doc said I’d done a great job of taking care of it and it should heal back nicely!
Thanks WPD!

The name (of HPD) has not been changed to not protect the incapable.
We were chillin’ on a bench outside of Red Mango on Lewers and found a wallet near my left buttock (which is amazing since my left buttock occupies the same geographic mass as Nicaragua). Opening up the wallet, it had everything you’d need to find the missing owner – driver’s license, college ID, bank cards, etc. Being good samaritans we walked to the Waikiki Police Station and turned it into the desk clerk, who appeared to be surfing the internet.
The police officer explained to us that he would file the wallet away and wait for her to come get it. (Translation: I don’t give a rat’s colonic aperture about helping this young girl who just lost her wallet in another state.) Knowing that the police were going to be as useless as a UN resolution for peace in the middle east in this, I wrote down the girl’s name and school, and upon returning home, I logged into facebook and found her in TWENTY SECONDS.
I let her know which police station I dropped off her wallet at and thought that would be the end of that. Unfortunately, the girl let me know that she called the police station on two occasions and both times the cops told her that her wallet wasn’t there.
#$$^%&#%^&$&*%^&$%^#&@$%^#%^*&%*#!!!
I realize that the police have to prioritize, but it’s sad that I was able to find her with a twenty second search, while the police not only did not even attempt to look for her, but apparently «misplaced» her wallet as well.
Oh well, it’s nice to know that even though the Honolulu Police Department is incapable of doing a twenty second search to help give a tourist back her wallet, that they have those nice, new BMW motorcycles to whoosh around town in. Yay!
For failing miserably in their job, the police in Waikiki get franksabunched with one star, but only because there is no zero option.