If you’re picking someone up, here’s the tea. Kona has a cell phone lot that is basically a patch of dirt. You park, watch the planes, and wait. It’s oddly peaceful. Hilo’s parking lot is so small you’ll feel like you’re in a Tetris game. But you’ll find a spot. Somehow.
And for the love of all that is holy, do not honk at the Nēnē geese at Kona. I already said it, but it bears repeating. They are protected. They are sassy. They will judge you.
