Travel day, yuh. We walked to a bus station, took a bus to a train station, and this is on the train. So: bus; train.
Got off the train, checked bags, went through security, and got on the airport train. So: another train.
Then, from the international concourse: a flight.
Land ho! This is the roughly rectangular Molokai island, properly: Molokaʻi (almost correct…).
The Guru and I now have stepped on all 50 states of the USofA. And this is the US’s 50th state. Whatta coincidence. I won’t go into how the US government and US businessmen, along with a few well-meaning (hrrrrumph) missionaries, started wheedling these islands away from the people who “owned”/had them, beginning in the late 1880s at least. Finally, the coup was cemented in the 1890s, although statehood wasn’t until 1959. Colonialism in northeast Polynesia.
BTW, the Hawaiian language uses a glottal stop. This is denoted properly by a written symbol called ‘okina in Hawaiian. It is correctly a different symbol than a single quote or an accent grave, although they are frequently substituted (the former substituted here). TMI?
I’m thinking palm trees tomorrow?