Ian O'Doherty: The hell of modern air travel is worth it for the heaven of Hawaii
So, there I am, tired, hungover, irritated and facing man's modern nemesis -- the airport. It was about a month ago and myself and the missus were heading off to the States for a well earned -- well earned for her, I stress, I'm a lazy bugger -- break.
Ah yes, the guts of three weeks in the Hawaiian island of Maui, the greatest place on earth, to revisit the place that we've been going to since 2003, where we have made firm friends and we almost feel like locals.
Indeed, the shared pipe dream is that one day we'll retire there -- a rather sad thought to entertain when you're still in your 30s, but then, as any regular reader will be well aware, I'm a rather sad person.