Anyone who knows me knows I hate flying. I’m convinced that I’ll meet my end in a fiery blaze of jet fuel.
When we started planning our trip and I asked Alan what he absolutely wanted to do in Hawaii, his response was immediate: Helicopter ride.
My response was equally fast: All you, buddy.
Then a few things conspired to change my mind.
- Alan began guilting me. “If you’re ever going to do it, Hawaii is the place.”
- Alicia told me she had a few solid “posts from the grave” ready to go for Facebook, such as:
- Worst helicopter ride ever.
- Don’t do it – see my Trip Advisor review.
- My friend Brent hooked us up with his friend who is a pilot/instructor in Honolulu and flies with the fire department. There’s a vote of confidence.
So it was that we found ourselves lifting off over the water on Wednesday afternoon for a loop around the island with Joey, the pilot, whose calm demeanor did a lot for putting me at ease.
Because pictures are worth a thousand words, I simply offer you this:
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