September
17-19, 2013: HONOLULU to AUCKLAND
We arrived in
Honolulu on time after an uneventful flight from PDX .
The walk to baggage claim was a long one, but our bags came through quickly.
Honolulu International Airport is a complex place and its different terminals
and the need for WikiWiki shuttles careening around the roof from gate to gate
lead to confusion- a confusion that plagues even local residents as our
experience the next day would demonstrate.
We got aboard
a shuttle to the Alamo car rental office a few blocks away and despite the long
line we were able to get our paperwork done in a few minutes in a kiosk as we
were members of the Alamo frequent renter program. Two rentals a year make me
frequent? Go figure. Our car was a white Fiat 500, a car I have seen advertised
at home. Room for two people and three bags. The engine sounded like a sewing
machine and it really revved up going up the hill onto the H1 highway, one of
the busiest in the states.
Our
destination was Aulani, a Disney resort we had stayed at in 2012 not long after
it opened. We'd be there less than 24 hours. After a stop at Safeway for some
snacks that we would convert into a meal later in the day, we arrived at
Aulani, situated on one of the small coves carved into the Pacific shore at
Ko'Olina west of Honolulu. As we had pre registered, all we had to do was
mention our name and the attendants at the porte cochere called us by name. Our
bags were retrieved and we were presented with our room keys and resort map and
briskly taken to our room on the 7th floor.
The room was
a studio with queen bed, large bathroom, and a sleeper sofa. Dark woods and
tropical greens and browns predominated and a white and blue quilt with
decorative "hidden Mickey" designs lay at the foot of the bed. The
room looked out at the Pacific with the resort's water park and recreational
area spread out between our tower and another across the way. The Waikalohe
Valley water park below features luxurious foliage surrounding pools, hot tubs,
a lazy river water feature where guests can float along its stream, and a
mountain where more adventurous souls plunge down water two water slides- on
for folks with inner tubes and another for those without.
Our first
activity was to check out the gift shops for some Disney pin trading, an
activity that we enjoy. Later after some wine, cheese, and apples, we tried the
hot tub and a circuit around the lazy river in a tandem inner tube. Very
refreshing.
After a
little television and the fact that we had been up since 2 AM we were asleep
rather early.
So early that
I arose about 4 AM. Better, I guess, to make the most of the day.
We had a
small breakfast and checked out the gift shops again and I even had time to
visit the hot tub. We left by 9:30 AM or so and stopped for gas. The Fiat took
all of 1.07 gallons. Of course, we then took a wrong turn off the H1 and
proceeded up another highway (the H3) which had no turn-offs until we were in
sight of the north side of Oahu, a detour that was unplanned but which provided
some beautiful views of the North Shore and some towering cliffs.
We turned
around and headed back and arrived at the Alamo office where our fuel gauge
still red full despite the side trip. Thank you Fiat for making this trip
economical.
Once at the
terminal we were deposited at the "Hawaiian Airlines International
Check-in area" by a driver who seemed to know where we were to go. This
was not correct. Once we found we could have been dropped off at an earlier
stop, we trudged with our four bags (yes, we moved some things into another
small duffel) toward the counter, where we were told to reverse our path toward
the north end of the facility where another person told us to go back. Finally
we asked a Hawaiian employee to escort us to where we should be- an anonymous
kiosk. At that point it would have been easy to check in except for the fact
that the device could not read our passports. Time passed and eventually we
were given our luggage tags, made our way through the TSA
line, and through the use of the WikiWiki shuttle on the roof, made our way to
Gate 25, one of the International
Gates at HNL.
At the gate
we met another couple from Salem. The husband looked familiar but I could not
place him. After a chat we learned he is a defense attorney in Salem. His
clients were described as "bad guys" and included the father and son
who had bombed a Woodburn bank killing two police officers a few years back. He
and his wife flew First Class. Apparently crime pays in mysterious ways.
The flight to
Aukland took nine hours though it left Wednesday afternoon and arrived Thursday
evening because we crossed the International Dateline.
We arrived in
the rain and customs did not take long. But because we had packed some leftover
cheese and salami in a bag and been foolish enough to declare it, we spent some
time in line while a customs agent inspected our food. Do you know what trans
Pacific cheese and salami looks like? Not pretty.
A
SuperShuttle to our hotel was obtained outside the terminal and we quickly
found ourselves zooming around the city. We had no sense of direction or
distance and arrived at the Best Western President downtown within 45 minutes.
The hotel was
a business oriented one and our room in the tower was on the first floor which
was on the second floor in our view. It was like a dorm room and Donna was not
pleased. I trudged down to the desk and after some lengthy discussion with the
international night crew of Yang Yang, Raj, and Peter, we were able to get a
room on the fifth floor with a living room, kitchenette, and bedroom. Very
Spartan. But roomy.
Having been
up since 2 AM Auckland time, we slept soundly.