We made it to the airport with plenty of time to spare...maybe too much time. Luckily by getting there early, we mostly beat a rush of people trying to get through security. The security personnel did not appear to be the most proficient workers. The wallet of a lady in front of us ended up in Helen's bin and the lady would never have known if Helen didn't see it happen and return it to her.
We're always amazed at how non-standard the security experiences can be from airport to airport. This time the world was saved when some young exasperated security worker spotted a 4 oz bottle of cream we were carrying (it had passed through every security check on our trip up to that point) and dutifully disposed of it. I know I felt much safer.
Like a lot of places in Hawaii, the terminal is mostly open-air. We knew it was a small airport, but not that small. We kind of expected it to be a little more hopping. Most of the seats were taken and I generally don't like to be too near other people, so we settled for a stone landscaping bench. |
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