Well, Its 3:21 pm est. and we are sitting on the tarmac at the Pittsburg international airport. Funny because we were suppose to land in Philly. It seems are plane ran out of gas as we circled the Philly airport unable to land there due to weather. It is raining like the ocean was some how above us and poured out over the airport. Needless to say this sucks! Now as I sit over the left wing I notice them pumping fuel in to the jet we can't depart from as we prepare to take off to Philly with a fuel tank hopefully reaching our connecting flight to Portugal. It's a race now and I'm optimistic. The good thing is that the crew of us airways is passing out some bar minis to the Hawaiians. Let's face it; there hasn't been the best track record with bands and flying. Buddy holly, Stevie Ray Vaughn, John Denver etc, so you can see how we can be a little nervous at times. Wait!!!! There telling us to turn off the phones. I think were out. I'll pick this up when we land!!!!!!
Well shit! We stopped again. This time Pittsburg won't let us take off.
Fuck, they just stopped the plane on the runway and said it would be half an hour before we had an answer. We don't even know if we can fly out of this airport. Heavy!!!!!
It seems so long ago that Bret and Remy picked me up to take me to the airport. OH, Wait. That was so long ago. 3 am long ago. And sleeping in planes as you know is like brushing your teeth one at a time, if your not looped most likely won't happen. That's why as I look in front of me I see Remy sleeping like a baby. Someone had a Zanzibar. Thanks for sharing dub. Well I hope the next time we connect it's from Portugal and we spread the word of Kona town in all worlds. Until then I think I'll get totally blacked
on the mini bar this plane has to offer.
See you in month back in Hawaii.
I love to travel, but I love home better.
Auright,
Kaleo.
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