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Following the “Booke
Seven Arrival” on our Jeppesen Plate, we departed the emerald-green garden
island of Kauai. Descending through the
broken cloud layer we passed the “BOOKE” waypoint, and when we reached the “SHIGI”
waypoint, Honolulu radar vectored us to intercept the ILS to Runway Eight Left
(080°/260° magnetic, NE/SW).
While performing this descending
instrument approach, we eventually broke out of
the clouds; allowing my first
view of distant Oahu Island off our nose.
And it occurred
to me – since we were approaching the island from the
northwest – this was perhaps
the identical sight the Japanese pilots had, when
they attacked Pearl Harbor in 1941.
After touching down on
the 12,300-foot Runway Eight Left, we made the relatively short taxi to the
international terminal; parking our 747-312 “Big Top” at Gate 28.
at the hotel, I wearily stumbled to my room at roughly 8:30 A.M.
During my first year
with SIA, we were put up at an arm pit of a hotel – the Ala Moana Americana –
which I’d personally rate at 2.5 stars.
All the other airlines’ crews appeared to be billeted there; along with
general riffraff. While attempting to
sleep before my flight, in my tacky room with paper-thin walls, there always
seemed to be some party or fight going on in the hallway or room next
door. Jamming in my ear plugs, I’d
smother myself with a pillow, in the vain attempt to catch a few “Zs”.
Such was the glamorous life of an airline pilot in Honolulu, dear
reader.
However, a Japanese
company, with no soul, heart, or appreciation of art, fought with the city in
court over Wyland’s mural. After a
lengthy battle, and bribes, the Japs got the legal green light to build the
ugliest high rise hotel on Waikiki; purposely obliterating Wyland’s masterpiece
from sight.
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