I landed in Honolulu after a 9 hour flight from Sydney on July 15, 2003. I was quite sad about leaving Australia and more than a bit tired from the flight. But, although I was only in Oahu for 36 hours, I saw amazing things that cheered me up. I was lucky enough to meet an Italian guy in the hostel, Mickey, who had been there for a week already and had made some friends. This little group took me all over the island in a very short time and I saw beautiful beaches and mountains and avenues. Honolulu has everything. Waikiki beach is amazing. (I forgot to take pictures of that)