The best airport building is no airport building. Until tonight, the nicest airport I had seen was Kathmandu, Nepal, where the airport consisted of one red-brick building, and that was it. You got off the plane, walked across the tarmac, passed through the building, and went home. Simple. Kailua-Kona was even better – a completely open air affair. It wasn’t so much as an airport building as a yard. When I walked through the ‘gate’ I didn’t know whether I had exited the place or was still in it :) Other airports should really learn from Kailua-Kona’s ‘that’s it you’re here, now go do what you what you came here to do’ approach. Dallas-Fortworth, you listening, you big behemoth of a public infrastructure you?
One of my favourite things on this planet is breeze. Beautiful, cooling, gentle breeze. And by breeze I mean the kind that Hawaii has, that Bombay has. Not the ‘it’s 43F and now I’m going to make it colder for you’ kind of breeze that is so abundant in winter in this country. That’s not breeze, that’s wind. Wind equals bad, breeze equals good. Anyway, the point is – Hawaii has gorgeous breeze. First check mark in the “I must immediately move here” column.
Oh and the stars. I haven’t seen this many stars in the sky since.. well, never. I swear it’s like looking at a gigantic, inverted, black-with-spangles granite countertop. Note to self: Everywhere you’ve lived has enough city glow to dim out all but the brightest of them stars – you really ought to live somewhere with zero city glow at least once in your life. All said and done, driving from the airport to Waikoloa village (where we were staying), while looking up at the sky firmly put checkmark #2 in the IMIMH column.
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