On Leaving Hawaii

I really enjoyed Hawaii right up until the hours before I had to leave. I got my Uber to the airport and rolled in the luggage where everything was automated. It was clear that my luggage was too heavy and would not pass screening. I joined the oversize baggage queue to be told even though my ticket stated that I was allowed 2 by 32kg in bags once I hit stateside that it dropped back to 1 by 20kg bag. The solution was simple, pay another $100 US and all would be forgiven.

My wallet suitably lightened I ventured further into the airport and was advised that the plane would be delayed and that it left from a different gate. Along with my fellow travellers we traipsed to the next gate only to be told to change gates again. It was here we finally boarded leaving over an hour late. 

That was all ahead of me though. Between checking my bags and boarding the plane I still had to traverse the dreaded TSA and its often invasive checks. Despite having no belt and no shoes and nothing in my pockets my crotch still seemed to set off the scanner. So out came the rubber gloves and I am given the option to go somewhere privately or get the treatment out in the open. I went with option B. No longer needing a colonoscopy I headed for the gate and the plane and for my 9.5 hour flight to NYC. The Hawaiian staff while perfectly agreeable but did not hold a candle to my inbound crew. The meals were great, the drinks were plentiful and there was much to be amused by using the inflight entertainment. 

What there wasn't was internet or a lie flat bed. So its goodbye Honolulu and hello the Big Apple.