The problem with getting up at oh-dark-thirty and going to the Sacramento airport is you're never quite alert during the day after that, no matter how much Diet Coke you finish off. When I arrived at my hotel in Hawaii yesterday, I was ready for a nap, but dealing with the 3-hour time change is best dealt with by staying awake and adhering to a normal schedule, whatever is normal for you.
I picked up the keys at the front desk and began my long journey to my suite. It involved several sets of elevators, going down and then up again, and walking to the ass-end of nowhere, away from the pool, the noise and the scarcity of guests who seem to be staying at this particular resort. When I reached my suite, I came upon a set of double doors and no place to insert my room key.
Touched everything. The red button protuding from the wall. The Braille number, just in case it had magical powers. Waved my key in front of every object I could find, even the doormat, and nothing worked. Finally, I went next door and asked the maid who was cleaning another room. She walked over to my suite, opened the double doors and there were another set of doors behind it. Hey, who knew?
You can read more about my adventures in Kona, Hawaii, in my personal blog today and see all of the photos at this link: A Summer Rain in Kona is Still a Delightful Summer Vacation.
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