Last week I took my car to the repair shop for some much needed maintenance. So much that it had to stay there for a few days. I had an inkling that this would be the case, therefore I planned it for a time when my husband would be out of town on business. I could use his car while he was away.
It worked out well, except for one detail, picking up my car when it was ready to come home. I did not have a plan for that.
Cutter Dodge in Pearl City has a drop off service. A very nice young man gave me a ride home the day that I took my car in to the shop. But signs posted in several places in the van that said, "This is a drop off service ONLY," clearly sent the message that I needed to arrange my own transportation back to their establishment.
I decided that the best choice would be to take The Bus. "It would be an adventure," I told myself, "I can blog about it."
I realized that I have lived in Hawaii almost 20 years and I have never been on a passenger on The Bus.
I rode the bus when I lived in L.A.. I rode the bus when I lived in Israel. We take the bus when we are on vacation in other cities: San Francisco, Washington D.C., Boston. But I have never been on The Bus.
What is a general lifestyle for much of the local public seemed a potential adventure for me. That thought was a bit sobering and solidified my commitment to riding The Bus.
Combine that with the fact that out of curiosity I called two different cab companies for a fare quote and it would have cost me between $35 and $45 to get from Kapolei to Pearl City, I knew I was riding the bus. It was only $2.25.
I found their website which was very user friendly. I plugged in my address, my destination address and my departure time. It came up with a very direct route, either 40 or 40A: told me the travel time, 45 minutes; and place where I should disembark, Waimano Home Road in Pearl City.
Since I had drive to Honolulu from Pearl City to go to a meeting, I stuffed my computer and other personal items into a backpack, put on comfortable shoes, walked out the door and over to Farrington Hwy to catch The Bus.
It came exactly on time. I had exact change like the website suggested. I confirmed my destination with the pleasant driver and my adventure was moving along.
I have to say it was kind of anti climactic. It was a bus ride. I looked out the window at the scenery, Waipahu, and I got there a lot faster than the 45 minutes I thought it would take, 25 to be exact. I met these nice people at the Farrington Hwy bus stop and sat across from them on the ride to Pearl City.
I got off at Acacia instead of Waimano Home Road, walked past the community garden and picked up my car with time to spare.
I took a photo of the bus driver that did not turn out. I did not bring my camera because it wouldn't fit in my back pack. I used my phone camera with less than stellar success.
While not necessarily the exciting ride I had anticipated, it did make riding The Bus a much more viable option for future travel. It was reasonably convenient at more than a reasonable price.