Wednesday, March 17, 2010. It’s St.Patrick’s Day. I get up at 4 am to be ready to leave the hotel in San Francisco at 6 am. I have to get everything squeezed back in my suitcase and my two carry-ons. I have to check us out of the hotel, and I have to go and get the van out of the adjacent parking garage. We each have our jobs to make the process smoother.
We travel all day. First a big, long, 5-hour-and-40-minute flight from San Francisco to Honolulu. (They show UP IN THE AIR as the in-flight movie. Nice. I fall asleep several times, not because of the movie but because I am so comfortable and relaxed.)
The plane is not packed like Pringles. We each have our own row.
Bob is two rows behind me. Glen is by the window in the row right behind me. My seat is reclined. Snooze easy.
We get a two-hour layover in Honolulu. (In one little kiosk, I see a kind of Crocs that I’ve never seen before. I splurge and buy them.)
We grab a delicious roast chicken and pork lunch in the Hawaiian box-lunch style.
Then a 53-minute flight to Hilo. This plane is chock full o’ people.
We are here in Hilo to find out about loco moco. We’re shooting tomorrow morning at Ken’s House of Pancakes. The last time we were here in Hilo (4 years ago?) we shot a story about the Hilo Farmers’ Market, a busy and beautiful market that makes getting here seem worthwhile. Here’s the story we made back then: