Day Eight: where'd Saturday go?

Satdy morn, and it was time to finally leave our little beautiful island. Our bags are packed and we head off down to the lobby to wait for our taxis. Instead of having a limo like last time, this time we had two taragos and obviously we had to split the group into two. I ended up riding with Ate Rina and Tita Au. All the way to the airport, the music playing was absolutely, 100% Hawaiian as Hawaiian can get - think the theme song to Hawaii Five-O. If I were to sing it, it would sound kinda like this -

"tanga tanga tanga tanga doom doom tak tak doom dom tak tak..."

Okay, it probably doesn't work when you read it but if you've got the Hawaii Five-O theme song then you've got it spot on already. Anyway, it was way cool.

So we get to the airport and of course, security was tough. I always hate going through security gates and scanners because I always feel like I've done something wrong. So I'm always usually extremely nervous, I mean I watch border security for fucks sakes, I know what they do, and I seem to know the little gizmos they use and how good they actually are. All the while, I'm thinking whether or not the anti-diarrhoea medicine I had would trigger off some drug scare or something. Oh yeah, one word of warning - Pepto Bismol (this upset stomach medicine thingy) is good like, it works and stuff but it makes your shit EXTREMELY dark. It's scary.

Anyway, we board the plane bound for Sydney. One part of me didn't want to go and another part of me was wanting to go home. I actually ended up missing my family and my friends back home and at the same time, I knew I would probably end up missing Hawaii.

On the way home, I had a bit of a nap although it was a bit hard especially with the loud man behind us. I ended up finally watching the Prison Break episodes that I had stored on my PSP, seriously that show is awesome. Question - how can Wentworth Miller see at all? I'd imagine it would be hard to see anything while squinting as hard as he does.

Despite us not experiencing nightfall during the flight, we managed to touchdown into Sydney a complete day and a half after our departure in Honolulu, even when the flight was only 9 hours long. Confused? Well I was too, and I kinda felt cheated that I lost one whole day in my life.

So yeah I miss Hawaii, I miss not having a care in the world for that period of time. I miss the humidity, I miss the sunsets over the ocean. I miss a lot. But at the same time, I'm now home. Although Lucy and probably Ron most likely wouldn't agree with me here - but Sydney is my home. My heart is here, and I really love this place and I can't imagine not growing old here. Sure, I'd love to live in another place for a year or so but I would love to settle down here in Sydney. I love it's beauty and at the same time, I love it's faults. Sydney is by no means a perfect city, but what place is? Best part of it all - it's not in America.

Aussie, Aussie, Aussie. Oi! Oi! Oi!