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On the plane back to Honolulu, I sat next to a retired guy from the Cook Islands (Rarotonga), who said that he owned the only American-made car on the island and that this made passing quite difficult, as everybody else owns British-drive cars, because they drive on the left, like New Zealand. He also said that driving the same way around the island all the time made his car go out of alignment, so he had to remember to drive the other way around the island, occasionally. Not sure about the veracity of that one, but it makes a good story.

It's great to be back where the sun is shining and everybody's wearing slippers (cheap plastic thongs, standard Hawaiian footwear). And you hear pidgin. And the weather forecast includes *really good* North Shore surf.

At work, I find a bag of anime videos on my chair, as a Welcome Home present.