Benign neglect

It's been a busy old month. Since last we spoke, I've hiked through bamboo forests, swum with turtles, failed to spot celebrities at a rather fancy restaurant, and watched Nick Cave do his thing at Coachella.

I've hung out in 95 degree Californian sunshine - and somehow avoided sunburn. I've reacquainted myself with the Victoria Line, and with shifts that start at 7am. Said goodbye to some of my favourite people, and counted myself lucky that I get to hang out with others on a regular basis now.

I have, fingers crossed, found myself somewhere to live in London. In a whole new area of London that I'm excited to explore.

And hopefully once I've established a new routine, a new blogging routine will come too. It's surprising just how much I miss trawling through photos and trying to find words when I neglect it.

For now, just a few photos from my short (too short) trip to Maui. It's pretty cool. You should go.

Aloha!

Guess where I'm going?

Hawaii, baby!

Or more specifically, Maui.

I have to admit, Hawaii had never particularly appealed to me - I'd envisaged, well, America. But with more than an average amount of tourists, and way more than an acceptable number of honeymooners. It just didn't seem like a great destination for independent travel.

But then I started reading Alex in Wanderland's posts about Hawaii. And by the end of her descriptions of amazing coastlines, hikes, wildlife and general chilling, I was sold.

And luckily, with all the transatlantic to-ing and fro-ing I've been doing over the past few years, I've racked up a few air miles. So my return flights from LA to Maui in April are costing me a grand total of....

Wait for it (it's worth it, I promise)

£3.20.

Imagine my GIANT SMUG SMILE OF PURE JOY when I realised this, if you will.

It's going to be a flying visit - the plan is to be back in time for Coachella, so I only have four days. But I'm pretty sure my friend A and I (and hopefully another friend too) can get some serious exploring/beach-lounging/partying done in that time!

Because, as has been well-documented previously, it's not a proper tropical holiday unless there's a cocktail or two.