Stories from Honolulu

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Last week I spent 5 nights in Honolulu, and 2 nights in San Francisco, and now I'm *tired*.

The first part of the journey was a flight from Amsterdam to San Francisco, and it was quite awful - the rows of seats on the airplane were arranged *very* close together, and I was seated next to a *very* large man (who needed more than 1 seat): he also coughed *non-stop* during the journey. Suffice-to-say, ... I got *no* sleep.
There was a delay at San Francisco, and I had to wait there for 6 hours between flights, and then the flight to H took another 5 hours. Suffice-to-say, ... I also got *no* sleep.
I arrived at the hotel very, *very* tired.

The hotel-complex in H was made up from 4 towers, and I was given a room "with-a-view-of-the-ocean".
However after studying the other towers the next day, I went back to reception and asked if I could be moved to a room with a better view of the ocean ( - for the *same* price !). I was astonished that the Receptionist agreed, and I quickly moved all of my things from Room A to Room B: Room B had a *superb* view of the ocean. I was *delighted*.

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I *wanted* to write more here this evening ... but I had to practice/prepare for a band rehearsal tomorrow evening.
I'll be back here as-soon-as-I-can with some photographs from the holiday and also the end-of-the-holiday-story.

- **Please** be patient - it's not easy having a full-time job *and* too many hobbies/interests.

Sorry ...

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