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Beautiful lava rock beach south of Kona International Airport
The United States

Day 164: Wawaloli Beach and Pu’uhonua o Honaunau

Today I would visit the village Pu’uhonua o Honaunau National Historic Park. I woke up around 7 am but opted to snooze a bit longer. By 9:30 am, I finally rose for the day. I had a simple breakfast of bread with peanut butter, grabbed a drink, and packed my belongings back into the car. I had no intention of returning to this hostel. While it was acceptable, I had read some negative reviews about it online. Today, I planned to camp overnight at Volcano National Park, where camping was free. Currently, I was in Kailua-Kona, located on the…

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Australia

Day 99: My last day in Sydney? Not!

I woke up around 10 am at Elephant Backpackers hostel, feeling quite tired, so I decided to sleep in. By around 11 am, I finally got out of bed. My recollection of this day is somewhat hazy as nothing particularly noteworthy occurred (writing this report on April 9, 2014, and reviewing on November 7, 2021). After rising, I headed to King’s Cross, specifically to the Coles Supermarket, where I purchased some cokes for the hostel—my only addiction. Upon my return to the Elephant Backpackers hostel, I kicked back on my bed, indulging in some laptop entertainment. Composing reports proved…

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Australia

Day 91: A stopover at Newcastle and reaching Sydney

I woke up at 8 am and left the parking lot of the eery hotel. Today’s plan involved visiting Newcastle and finally reaching Sydney. As I headed south in the morning, I made my first stop for a toilet break after 10 minutes. Another 30 minutes later, I stopped again, this time for breakfast. Feeling incredibly tired, I decided to make another stop after 15 minutes to have a snack and a coke, hoping to inject some caffeine into my system. I couldn’t figure out why I was so exhausted. Despite earlier doubts about stopping in Newcastle, I was now…

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Indonesia

Day 45: Stuck in my hostel in Malang

Last night, at 0:30 am, I boarded my train departing from Solo, bound for Malang in East Java. As I made my way to my assigned seat, I found a stout woman occupying it. She shifted to the adjacent seat by the window. I had initially wanted that seat, but now I had to contend with all her refuse right in front of me—half-finished food on the floor and a bag of trash hanging on the seat ahead of me. “I should have opted for the minivan,” I immediately thought. It would have been more economical. It wasn’t…

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