Hawaii

The crowd of people which were sitting with me in the plane dissapeard until I was the last person walking along the corridors and empty dark shops. It was 4 o’clock in the morning and the Honululu Airport seemed pretty died out. Maybe I should have informed myself about busses in the night. Thinking a few thoughs about my best options I made the plan to find a nice little bench where I can relax for two or three hours until I can get a bus. I just had everytthing arranged to sit confy when I heard somebody. Another lost soul at the Honolulu Airport. That’s how I met Chris, another German who neither had an idea where to stay nor any plan how to get away from the airport. Lucky me and learned from my last  journy and knew at least a name of one Hostel.  Hokondo Waikiki Beachside Hostel. After dicussing the pro and cons of waiting for a bus or taking a taxi I gave in and  we drove with a taxi to our destination. The Hostel was amazing- super friendly and helpful and the atmosphere so open.