Getting Hostel in Maui -- Hawaii Trip Day 1
Updated: Dec 9, 2019
Los Angeles --> Maui
Day 1, November 20th 2019
Out of all the places I’ve trekked off to in this world, you’d think I would have hit Hawaii by now. But, apparently domestic trips are lower on my priority list. I also haven’t taken a trip that was meant solely as a vacation for myself in longer than I can remember. The last three times I’ve traveled overseas were for service trips, working in Malawi, Lebanon and Mexico City, serving the people and communities there. So, a 7 day rest and relaxation getaway to Hawaii is most definitely a first, in many regards.
Grabbing my friend, Kaitlyn Horton, we left Los Angeles early in the morning on Wednesday and boarded a shockingly nice plane ran by Hawaiin Airlines - complete with free, very sugary alcoholic drinks - and jetted on over to our first island of our Hawaii trip: Maui.
Maui is stunning, there is no looking past its’ beauty, but yet.... day one got off to a rough start. We decided to rent a Jeep, which got the Michigan girl in me very excited, and then drove to a hostel where we’d be staying for two nights while on this island. Only about twenty minutes away from the airport sits the Aloha Surf Hostel - a place where travelers and surfers from all over can come and feel right at home. It consists of numerous houses with different rooms and each room offers a variation of accommodations, ranging from private rooms to all one gender dorms.
Now, before I continue, I need you to understand that I’m a good traveler. I prefer to avoid tourist traps, opting for more unusual and unique activities and sightings. I also have absolutely no problem with “roughing” it. When I first began my journey into this world of travel, I struggled a bit with sleeping in random beds. But, then I began to volunteer in poverty stricken parts of the world, and that glamorous, vain mindset vanished. I can handle and sleep in pretty much anything now (however, I do still bring my own pillowcase.... whatever, semantics).
Apparently though, where I draw the line at is sleeping in a very small, dimly lit room with two random men, one being at least 20 years older than Kaitlyn and I. I’m not one to judge or assume, but in general, my experience with strange men is comprised of them aggressively approaching me and making unwanted and often invasive and violating advances. So when we arrived to the Aloha Surf Hostel in Paia and were shown to our room, which was also the housing unit for two unknown men, my spidey senses started tingling. What made it stranger was that while there were two pairs of bunk beds in the room, the men each chose to sleep on separate ones, meaning Kaitlyn and I would each have to share a bunk with one of them. Not my cup of tea, no matter how great of a traveler I am.
After heading to an unexpectedly expensive dinner at Mama Fish (prepare to drop a couple Benjamins but also prepare for a jaw dropping ocean view), we made our way back to the hostel. As we drove in our cliche white Jeep, both Kaitlyn and I shyly admitted to one another that we didn’t feel comfortable sharing the room with men we didn’t know. After a lot of deliberation and awkward attempts not to let the men see us asking to change rooms, the hostel owners very kindly upgraded us to a private room in a separate house. Praise the high heavens.
Feeling more secure, we then drove about 45 minutes to another town called Lahaina to grab happy hour drinks and peruse another part of the island. However, the ordeal of switching rooms took a while, so the sun was nearly set by time we arrived to Down The Hatch, a local fish bar with cheap drinks and unhealthy bar food, making it hard for us to really take in the views. Praying day two goes a bit smoother as we embark on the Road to Hana.