Le Voyage à Tahiti

 I was supposed to sail all the way to Tahiti.  As it worked out, I sailed part way, about 8 days out and then had to turn back.
That was a  huge disappointment albeit just as huge a learning experience.
The sailing part of the this trip is still on the drawing board.  It'll will be up eventually, but for right now I'll start here, when I got back to Honolulu where,  in spite of the funk I was in realized that I had no time constraint and that since I didn't sail but really wanted to get to Tahiti, I should probably fly.
Honolulu to Tahiti on Hawaiian Air flies once a week, it is just a matter of getting a ticket.
Everything starts with a decision.
It didn't take me long to reorganize for the change of plans. I had done little or no research, so I had no specific idea about what to bring beyond my sketchbooks and a change of clothes.  I had brought a Lonely Planet guide on the sail, and intended to read it but hadn't gotten down to the actual read.  Browsed maybe, but read, no.  I heard often, from that most unreliable of sources, that friend of a friend who knew another friend, that Tahiti was terribly expensive.
Thinking that was probably true I decided I would just use public transport, and so packed in consequence.
 I took my small backpack and a limited wardrobe.  Limited is an understatement.  I brought a very few quick dry items I knew I could wash in the sink and dry overnight.  One of the things no one really mentions about "Quick dry" items, is that they are also quick wet, which led to some interesting dilemmas.
On the appointed hour, I gratefully accepted a ride to the airport from a very dear friend to whom I had already said goodbye several times in the last two months.  This time I went!