[As reprinted from FB and ethereal beings blog]
It's not going to be relaxing and it's not going to be normal ... my last words before leaving in case anyone got any fancy ideas about me going to Hawaii for a vacation.
Arrive. No plan.
Sam searches for an uber sans luck.
Michelle walks over to the lone tourist bus,
“Hey, can I ask you sumpin’?”
“Wuts up?” says Nelly, a local bus driver no more than 25 years old.
Nelly, totally ghetto gangster with hushed expletives, tattoos ablaze from knuckles to neckline, new to professional bus driving stopped to say hi to friends, made the delay totally worth the people watch.
She hustles us all the way to Pensacola Street where we're staying even though she was supposed to drop us in the hotel district at Ala Moana.
Her 2 year old girl just broke her collarbone also. I told her she'll heal up in no time. Definitely a kindred spirit.
Selena welcomes us graciously to her small apartment down a few steps- single small bathroom, chickens outside, hot, no A/C…