I didn’t really second-guess going to Hawaii. Honestly, I didn’t think about it at all, I just clicked ‘checkout’.
Making it to the North Shore is something that feels like a right of passage for anyone in our industry but I guess a part of me always put off going… citing it as some sacred land that would pull me over when it was my time.
Turns out, it manifested itself as some rogue $400 return deal Jetstar ran on a random Tuesday in December, who knew.
When I actually ended up landing in Oahu, I don’t think I could have told you what I was expecting if someone put a gun to my temple. But the North Shore I was met with was tenfold different to any image I had conjured in my head.
Adrenaline fuelled and slightly delirious, I found myself climbing into the back of a Ute in the middle of the nighttray of a truck hurling up Pupukea Hill, all the while trying to fit the last six months of your life into quick sentences with a long-time-no-see-friend, happens to make you feel like life may be peaking for a brief evening.
