Intrepid Times.
Chance encounters at a bus stop in Oahu, Hawaii show an Australian traveler the true meaning of “the aloha spirit.“
“Someone’s prepared,” a small voice says to my left. I peer around the hood of my raincoat to meet the kind eyes of an old Hawaiian woman. Her hair is twisted into a bun and fixed with a frangipani clip. The wispy, grey strands around her face drip with tropical rain, and judging by the way her clothes cling to her, nothing she’s wearing is waterproof. But still, she grins, unperturbed by the sun shower. She’s gesturing to my raincoat – the floral monstrosity hanging down to my wet knees. “This old thing?” I smile, pulling at the hem for emphasis. “The rain and I are not friends.”
