Halfway home, via Honolulu


There’s something about a trip from Philadelphia to Newark that routes through Hawaii that makes me smile. Yes, I’m crazy. Yes, I’m traveling for about 28 hours, 20ish of which are actually in the air, assuming everything remains on time. And no, there is no logical explanation for it other than that I like to travel and I like collecting the miles. Even the guy sitting next to me on the plane acknowledges that it is a pretty good routing for collecting miles when the price is right.

I’ve gone to Dublin for 49 hours on the way to Minnesota, Anchorage for 45 minutes and to both Boston and Washington, DC one day never leaving the airport just for fun, so this just doesn’t seem all that strange to me, though that probably says more about me than it does about whether this is strange or not.


I’ve read a couple books so far and have a couple more to keep me busy. I’ve got my laptop plugged in and am actually getting some work done so it isn’t a complete waste of time. And I’ve got a lead on a pretty decent place to eat near the HNL airport where I can actually walk around for a bit and get out of the terminal, so it really isn’t all that horrible.

And next week I’ll do it all over again, albeit with a couple days pause in Hawaii to get some sun and otherwise behave slightly “normally,” though that is certainly a relative term with me.

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Seth Miller

I'm Seth, also known as the Wandering Aramean. I was bit by the travel bug 30 years ago and there's no sign of a cure. I fly ~200,000 miles annually; these are my stories. You can connect with me on Twitter, Facebook, and LinkedIn.