Stuck in the middle of Salt Lake, wherever that was. She had drank her 3rd ltr bottle of water and untucked her dress from her knickers for the 6th time from sitting at inconveniently signless bus stops. Every now and then a small Polynesian, either man or woman, would ask where she was looking for. She replied,"Here", Whilst pointing to the name on the piece of paper. Both the men and the woman would lift their shoulders and turn their palms skywards in a gesture not of 'raise the roof' but that they hadnt a bloody clue either, and they were the locals. In a bid to turn the trip into something not completely pointless she decided to take a detour to the Mall. On the bus she typed "hey on my way just got a little lost :)". As she ventured towards the rather perculiar looking shopping center she noticed that this was deffinately not what she had expected. The humid air was making the curls of her hair stick to everything while little Asian people outnumbered every other possible ethnic group by a mile. Every now and then she would see another misplaced looking caucasian float by, so tanned they could probably get away with denying it. She walked past the shops, cookie shops, bag shops, Ferrari shops. "Dont look, just ignore them you can make it" she said to herself while racing to the end in hope of something fascinatingly free. As she briefly let her eyes wander it was not the couture which caught her attention. In the windows she could see a modest, allbeit lovely, looking red dress. As she focused in it was quite clear that the red dress was not as it probably should be but had been hindered by another garment. "Oh balls", she muttered under her breath while she jiggled and wiggled untucking every potential suspecting area. Not only had the red dress commited a terrible offence again it had gotten away with it for longer than shed have liked. She decided, as punishment, to try on a nicer more expensive dress but soon rememberd her dash to the other end in avoidance of such a situation. Both dresses back in their rightful places, she was able to continue her rather disasterous trip.
"Aha bus times" after picking up a total of 16 bus pamflets she attempted to open them all while decifering each one. Slowly engulfed by a dduvet of numbers she decided to get on the first bus that appeared. Bus... bus... BUS!!! She was sat their seeing how man Haagan Dazs vans she could spot whilst listening intently listening to the voice of the bus. "Koko Head", the voice boomed. Whilst haphazardly checking the contents of her moon shaped straw bag she shuffled her way to the front of the bus. She thanked the driver and merrily hopped of the bus. Regardless of the fact that she had got their a good 4 hours later than intended she felt rather 'chuffed' with herself. As she fiished reading the directions she had kindly written for herself she looked up, the mass of land that stood before her made her jump. Their was mountain with layers of housing rippling up it and one impressive looking rain cloud- even by her standard. She walked towards these masses aware that where she was headed was going to be some effort. As she marched though the streets she slowed down and smiled. On one side a skyline lined with tall buildings and white lights while the sun shot one last red tinted ray of light. On the other, a mountain laced in cloud so dark it could be worlds apart from that other side. She began to recognise the street names and noticed the steep hill that lay ahead of her, she plodded up the slope to then be confronted by a good 50 steps. She sat on the first step, partly to enjoy the scenery partly to prepare herself for the mass of stairs.
She turned at the top of the stairs to see the whole city looking up at her. Tower blocks, the sun, the moon, the mountain, the sea, it was all their. She laughed at herself in amazement, a month ago she had been stuck her tiny room in the middle of somewhere she didn't really want to be. She knew that other people found that place fascinating, she had heard it lots since she'd left, but she knew that their had to be somewhere better than that, surely. So as she turned she was confronted by two doors, on a whim she took the left. The room she saw was quirky and artistic, one wall being the face of the exposed mountain it had been built on. She walked around the flat and was overcome with giddyness. She couldn't have wished for this if she tried. The sky had turned dark and she thought it best to start heading back. feeling brave she decided to walk the hour journey. She wanted sleep.
She began to walk along the coast, trying to brush the sand off the back of her legs everytime her flip floppes (or slippers as they called them their) flipped. As she was walking she realised she was completely alone on an Island in the middle of nowhere, nowhere being the pacific ocean. She had been walking for nearly 2 hours but she realised that she was quite content with what she had and what she was doing. She had everything she needed right their. She heard a man shouting something and curiously turned around..
"Hey Lady, your dress is tucked in your pants"
Graffiti of the streets of Honolulu
This actually looked amazing and was minutes before the sunset 
