The two of us saddled up and took a ride out to the practice area, not bad, except a few bumps and a traffic pileup on Honolulu approach/departure. Back in, landed 4L, a little hard, Jason got out. He's talking a little more pointedly these days, like I should know better about stuff, which is probably the case, but I still marvel at his patience. One becomes a flight instructor because one wants to fly, and then most of the time, you're a passenger for pinheads like me.

Solo was pretty uneventful, a little bumpy, and the tower handed me off before I was at 600 feet. I turned somewhat early, to miss the rain that was coming down straight out, did a pretty standard Red-Hill-3 dearture, checked outof Bravo. Called Wheeler, got into the practice area. There were two other planes in there, one crossed above me relatively close, I called it 500 feet above, which means it was probably 1000. He went over during my turn around a point, and I lost track of which bush I was using as the point. I then exited to the south around Harbor View, and called Honolulu. Standard North Arrival, from Ford Island to the Navy Marine Golf Course, across HNL into downwind for 4R.

The landing was pretty good, I had been flaring low, so I got levelled off and just enjoyed it for a few seconds, and slowly reduced power and watched for the sink. Along it came, I used it as the signal to flare. At Honolulu International, you're going to taxi a quarter-mile anyways, so you may as well float a bit.

Interesting that when we were waiting for the traffic jam to get back into HNL airspace, below us was the H1/H2 Interchange, chock full o' cars, and when I went back for the solo, both traffic jams had lightened considerably. I guess rush hour is universal...