Heading Home – Hawaii

I’ve had my emotional ups and downs on this trip. There’s a generally scuzzy atmosphere just beneath the tourist feel. Customer service is either really great or your waiter is begging to get slapped.  

You’ve probably noticed travelers that do this…not engaged in conversation with others, bury their heads in their laptops and iPhones. However, when Internet reception is spotty, it can sometimes be torture, for all of us. Reception here is spotty on a good day…even in Starbucks.

View from Diamond Head

Met some good peeps here and had some funny adventures. One of the realities of solo travel is, even in this age of social media that keeps us connected, once you leave a place and the trip is over, your paths will most likely not cross again…even with a little Facebook stalking.  Good byes are bittersweet-but not so much though that you aren’t already planning adventures at the next destination.  Don’t put your travel bag away so quickly, Q! We’ll be heading out again in a couple weeks

Day Two and Three – Hawaii

I heart lighthouses

Q and I set out first thing this morning to go hiking at Diamond Head. The hostel organizes a hike going there Sunday morning, but when I realized how close it was to the hostel, I decided to just go now.
Pretty tame as hiking goes, but I would definitely go it again later in the week. Hopefully, I can get a closer look at the lighthouse at that time. I just love lighthouses. They’re so mysterious, so mysterious in fact that I couldn’t get in to see it.

Scary sighting – we needed counseling

Are we invisible, or WHAT? While Q and I were chillin on the beach at D-Head, a seemingly normal looking 60 year old dude starts changing his pants a mere 20 yards away. He used absolutely no discretion, and Q and I got a violent flash of dimpley white a$$ cheek!

Q finds the perfect lil pond for herself

Later, we took the bus to Chinatown. Not a tourist destination, but a good place to pick up some produce and some inexpensive Asian food. The fish market was trippy. 

Q was a lil freaked about by the fishmarket

I was a bit overwhelmed by the degree of homelessness, mentally I’ll, and generally angry people here. While on my walks, I noticed feet sticking out of every alcove, dark corner and random cubby hole. I have mentioned this to a few people stating I didn’t remember Hawaii like this. I always get the same response. “it has gotten really bad over the last couple years”.

The art district flanks Chinatown. I saw an odd exhibit here, even by Margaret standards. The Arts at Marks Garage

Creepy even by “Margaret Standards”. An exhibit of fingers

During the day, the streets swell with tourists. After dark, a different element emerges, including dealers, transvestites, and prostitutes, of some amalgamate. Maybe it’s just Kuhio avenue. I should try a different route back from my evening activities to test this theory.   

First time ever
in a hammock.  I probably
 looked quite awkward.

I’ve been sleeping 3 hours each night, with a 3 hour afternoon nap. Thus far, this has been working our very well for me. I wake from nap to enjoy the beautiful, breezy sunsets and have really awesome long walks each night. My feet are accessorized with many band aids, at this point.


We’re Here – Hawaii

The City bus 19 took me from the airport to approximately 200 yards from the front gate of the hostel…for 2.50 USD. You just can’t beat that!
Checked in at Polynesian Hostel. Was mortified by this place as it was so dirty. I don’t think this was the precise location depicted in the original advertising. Maybe it changed ownership since I booked a couple months prior.

I traveled all day to get here.  I was hot and miserable and had not been drinking enough water during the day. I was hoping my feelings of disappointment and heavy heart were the result of lack of nap/water/food. I have these feelings often in the initial phase of my solo trips. It always passes. I was hoping this would also be one of the those instances.

This is a great backpack!
I didn’t check any bags, so all of my
 stuff is in here…even the laptop.

I told the front desk staff there was a cockroach in my locker. They said not to worry. I would not be charged extra for the privilege. I was hoping to fashion an army of sticky traps, as a moat around my backpack, but they didn’t have anything like that.

As soon as I was able to obtain clean sheets from the front desk, I passed out in my bunk…with ear plugs in, (as absolute must when staying in hostels, or in the presence of loud talkers). 

I woke a few hours later feeling a lot better and began meeting other guests. Some great networking in these environments. One of the guests told me about state run programs that, for a minimal registration fee, offer classes and workshops in television and various media productions. I thought, “This is great!”. I’m not necessarily interested in television per se, but at some point, would like to create some instructional videos, (maybe just for youtube), but nevertheless, this would be a great skill-builder. www.accesssacramento.org

Once the sun went down, the weather was perfect, (by Margaret standards). I walked to the Safeway a mile away to buy my groceries for the week. Food is so much more expensive here; perhaps 30% more. 

Right now, I am in the dark typing this in my bunk. I think all of my roommates were asleep in bed by 10:00. This room smells so foul! Q whispers to me, “Someone has been eating beans”, and proceeds to smother her tiny cherubic face with a pillow. She’s so cute, and she’s right. Beans definitely; laced with cabbage.