On my way home from Australia, my connecting flight was cancelled, leaving me stranded in the middle of the Pacific and halfway home. Happily, that was Honolulu. My 2-hour layover became a 26-hour layover, leaving me time for dinner on the beach, a morning run to and up Diamond Head Crater, and an afternoon on Waikiki before heading back to the airport and resuming the trip. I got just a handful of pictures. It worked out well, so I’ve decided to wholly forgive (and maybe even THANK?) United Airlines for the screw-up.
At least the botched connection had a huge silver lining. The airline debacle on the front end of that trip was all downside. I arrived in Cairns, Australia on a Sunday, and my bicycle (needed for the triathlon I was there to do) arrived four days late, after an unintended (and unattended) tour of Tokyo and Sydney (neither of which were on my travel itinerary). At least it got there in plenty of time for the race.