I wonder why I attract all the worlds weirdo's. Yesterday it was Day #2 in Honolulu because of our overnight stay. As we headed back downtown to Waikiki on TheBus (#20) we just happened to be seating in the "senior’s" section which was three joined seats running parallel with the aisle way. At one of the stops, a female entered the bus and sat in the one empty seat directly to my left. At first glance, you would have thought her to be a normal human being.


But just as her ass hit the seat she said “why can’t you people keep your legs together” and “move your fat ass onto your seat”. Somewhat shocked, I asked her if she had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed to which she replied in a very loud voice “you people always take advantage – why is it up to me to put up with all your ****, close your &%$#@!# legs”. I looked down to my left and could clearly see the chrome tubing that signified that I was in fact on “my side” of the seat line – guess she’s just one of those locals that are opposed to tourists visiting their island that we’ve heard about. I thought about a quick elbow to the face, but instead I asked her if she had been just released from a mental health facility. Thankfully, another older, Latino passenger sitting in the seat on the opposite side of the aisle, a guy who had probably had just a little too much to drink before 09:30 a.m., piped up and asked her to marry him as she reminded him of his ex “*****” wife. This seemed to silence her somewhat but she continued on a few minutes later. You could see the look of shock on everyone’s faces. Ahhhh, paradise.

In any event, we’re pushing away from the pier at 6:15 p.m. just as the sun starts to set on Honolulu – heading for Pago Pago in American Samoa, a five days sail from here where we will hopefully find a culture that embraces “people like me” somewhat more than my friend on the bus. Before I close, a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my favourite aunt Kay.