BOAT DAY BLUES

Thursday last, 7 castaways from one of the cruise ships washed up at the Hilo Bay Hostel.  Unlike the 5 likable characters of the popular telly programme, our castaways were not so lovable.

It seems that three couples and a single lady booked a tour of sorts with one of the local taxis.  Not paying heed to the warning that the boat would depart at the appointed hour, our castaways pulled up at the dock only to see their boat sailing away.

Laying blame upon the poor taxi driver, the horrid seven made such a stink that the driver tried to find accommodations for the stranded souls.

Scott, the most brilliant hotelier and a chap filled with much Aloha, tried to help.  With but one room left for the night, it was thought that the horrid 7 would be able to pass the night in some comfort.  Mind, the only room left was one that can be used as a dorm, it has bunk beds, three being of a large lower, comfy for a couple.  Sight unseen, the room was made ready.

Like the clatter of thunder, our castaways arrived at hostel and it was clear in a tick that the room was not going to do.  With not so much as a glance, the horrid 7 made it very clear that much more was expected.  They were after all, travelling on a cruise ship and had stateroom on.  Mind, their cabins might well have been in lowest part of ship but they were banging on as if First Class.

Bullies the lot were, with a mission on mind as to how to pick the pocket of the poor taxi driver. 

I have heard a lot of names applied to the Hilo Bay Hostel but 'flophouse' is not one of. Couple that word with crude language and it was clear that the horrid 7 were not 'to the manner born'.  On horrid chap kept using the 'F' word to colour his insults.

One of the chaps asked if water was available and I offered to fetch some glasses of, only to be rebuffed when it was learned that the water was not of the bottled sort.  Fancy that.  When last looked, it is quite safe to drink the water in Hawaii.

After much calling round, Scott was able to find a place that would be able to take the castaways. 

How very sad that the horrid 7 had no Aloha in their souls, much less a sense of adventure.  Things do go pear shaped on holiday at times.  The seasoned traveller adapts.  Mind, the bullies that showed up at the hostel were not seasoned travellers and one wonders why they travelled at all.

It was with much relief that the backs of the horrid 7 was seen.  As to the room that was unacceptable, a lovely couple showed up and could not have been more pleased to book it as a private room.