There is rain on the window of this giant jet plane as we push back and roar into the sky. My eyes close in sleep before the plane reaches cruising altitude. Six hours later the wheels chirp as they hit the pavement. The door opens onto the sticky sweet warm air that instantly forms a sheen of sweat on my forehead. Luau sounds spill over the pa system in the terminal. A few tourists walk around with sweet smelling lei’s around their necks.
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