Goodbye and Aloha

Yesterday I actually wanted to drown my bacteria in beer, unfortunately it didn't work, my nose is still running.

The first week is already over. Today we have to pack our things and head towards Hawaii.

Darn, we missed the check-in yesterday, Shahaatz has to do it now. And another darn, it's not working online.

Showering this morning was pointless, because after constantly lifting the suitcase onto the bed, packing and unpacking, then lifting it off the bed to weigh it - is there still room - and lifting it up again - darn, now there's too much in it - I'm in need of another shower. But where do I put the excess stuff??? Only the carry-on luggage remains. According to the internet, there is no weight restriction on Air Canada, you just have to be able to lift it yourself.

The traffic to the ferry terminal looks good, the sandwiches are prepared from the leftovers, the things are packed in the car, and off we go.

We reach the mainland without any complications after a 1.5-hour boat tour through the fjords.

and of course with endless time, because none of the planned safety buffers were used. The only frisbee golf course nearby is closed in the summer (it's not fun to play in the sunshine, I guess the winds are better in spring and winter). It's hard to understand the Canadians. Yes, there are some things that wouldn't happen with us either, but that are normal here. No one in our country would park on the shoulder of the highway and go fishing or picnicking by the nearby river. Riding a bike on the shoulder or even crossing the highway with a mountain bike and a small son is also rare for us. Usually, trucks in our country drive slower than most cars (yes, I know there are exceptions - I see Tesla drivers more often in harmony with the trucks). Here, the big trucks rush past you on the left lane, even though you are already driving 10 km/h faster than allowed.

Closed roads without detours - a real NoGo.

But now back to today. We make a short stop at Garry Point Park

and enjoy our sandwiches in the shade on the bench overlooking the water.

The rest is smooth sailing.

During our waiting time for boarding, I ask myself if the North American airlines actually have wide seats? Because the trend towards more body weight in industrialized countries can't be ignored and should also be noticeable in the travel industry. A daring theory, but unfortunately, sitting in the plane, it was not confirmed. I feel like an oil sardine without oil with plenty of legroom. I hate middle seats.

But it didn't work with the widths of the parking spaces either, at least not in the places we visited. They are wide enough for a small car, but mostly pickups are driven.

At 18:08, we finally roll to the runway. We are sitting in a Boeing 737 Max 8, or is it 8 Max, 🤔 as long as it's not the type of plane where the altimeter failed.

After a 7-minute airport tour, we take off. Flying over Vancouver Island once more and then only water to see.

Everyone always says "Service desert Germany", then take a medium-haul flight with Air Canada. What can I say, there was free water that tasted like chlorine, alternatively tomato juice, orange juice or coffee. But only if you were quick enough and shouted "here". Not every passenger was asked if they wanted something to drink. For everything else, the credit card had to glow. You can't expect more on a 5-hour flight. At least the flight attendants, oh sorry, the cabin crew, still conform to the old stereotype. 1.75 meters tall and slim. Lufthansa has recognized the signs of the times and lives true diversity. Tall, short, slim, and plump, men and women are all represented. I can't judge if there were diverse people among them.

But at least, I have to give Air Canada credit for that, some of the entertainment was also available in German. So I was able to make the flight time more bearable with two and a half movies, even if my headphone jack didn't work properly.

At 22:30, we finally reach our hotel in Waikiki beach. Now just a glass of wine and a nice big bed.

Aloha Hawaii