Listen, I’ve stayed in my fair share of sketchy spots while solo-traveling for work around the islands, but this one really took the creepy cake. The photos online were giving tropical charm. Don’t get bamboozled like I did.
I’m a woman in my 20s, used to...
Read MoreListen, I’ve stayed in my fair share of sketchy spots while solo-traveling for work around the islands, but this one really took the creepy cake. The photos online were giving tropical charm. Don’t get bamboozled like I did.
I’m a woman in my 20s, used to traveling alone and rolling with the punches. But walking into my room that first night felt like I had just lost a bet with the universe. It looked nothing like the pictures. And to set the mood, there was a woman screaming somewhere in the distance like she was in a slasher film. Cozy, right? My neighbors weren’t any better—shoutout to the couple next door who treated me to their full-volume relationship meltdown. Nothing like a screaming match to lull you to sleep.
Oh, and I’m pretty sure they worked there. So… professionalism? Never heard of her.
I almost left after night one, but thanks to volcano tourists, I had no choice but to tough it out. Then came the shower saga.
Picture this: it’s 4:30 AM, I’m half-asleep and just trying to feel clean before going to work all day. I turn on the water in my room—ice cold. Like, glacier-runoff cold. I waited five minutes hoping for warmth. Nope. So I gather my shower gear like I’m back in a college dorm and head to the lobby showers.
Plot twist: the lobby bathroom light is out. No big deal, just showering in the dark with a phone flashlight while hoping I don’t audition for a true crime podcast. Oh, and the lock on the door? Useless. I MacGyvered a table in front of it like that was going to stop anyone. Took the fastest, most paranoid shower of my life but hey the water was hot. I can respect keeping old buildings functional but come on.
The whole stay had me on edge. I felt like I was waiting for someone to break down my door. You can hear everything in Hawai’i buildings in general—like, I now know my upstairs neighbor’s favorite karaoke songs and that they like to redecorate at 10 PM. Also, every towel I got was stained, which was just chef’s kiss on the whole experience.
To be fair, housekeeping did a solid job making my bed and taking out trash. And front desk was lovely with a smooth check in. But honestly, a fresh towel and a smile can only go so far when the rest of the place feels like a survival challenge.
Bottom line: If you’re a young woman traveling solo—run, don’t walk, to literally anywhere else
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