I struggle with the same dilemma every single time I book a hotel. It's a throwback to a stint in my twenties spent surviving on smuggled hostel breakfasts stretched to cover lunch, and FlixBuses timed to cross entire European borders overnight so I wouldn't have to pay for a bed.
So even now - older,…
Hot (and bothered!) off the heels of a very delayed flight that had me landing at Hawaii's Daniel K. Inouye International Airport close to midnight - and gingerly dragging my Samsonite suitcase behind me - I headed to the concierge desk at the Outrigger Reef Waikiki Beach Resort. Exhausted but armed, I was ready with…