headless in hawaii (HNT)

Long long ago, after I split up with Angie and did the solo world wide walkabout, I found myself in Hawaii for a couple of weeks. I moved into a third floor apartment with a mixed bag of backpackers and fishermen. My room-mate was an old guy called Popeye, because that's who he looked like.

Anyway, the apartment building, built out of wood and standing on stilts, was riddled with termites. If you got up in the night, everyone in the building knew about it because the whole structure would wobble for ages. After a week, the authorities closed the building down, and everyone had to look for new accommodation.

My money was running out, and I worked out that a rented car would cost less than a motel, so I signed up for this small car and slept in the back. I got quite good at finding a suburban street where nobody would complain and where I was unlikely to be mugged. As you can imagine, I hardly slept.




After a few nights, the sleep deprivation was getting to me, and I couldn't even set up this self-timer shot without cutting off my head.

As I was taking the photo, two lovely but massive young Hawaiian women sauntered past. Normal people in Hawaii are built like a brick shithouse. One of the lassies called out to me: "hey, nice legs!" That cheered me up, until I realised she was being sarcastic.