Two transfers and twenty minutes later, I was in a Bus rolling northwest on Highway 99. When I hit Pearl City—older than Ewa, apparently, but better maintained—I swung down off The Bus and started trolling the backstreets for a place to flop. In the west another perfect sunset was burning its way down behind the skyline. Tropical twilight is always short, and maybe ten minutes later the streetlights were coming on to hold back the night.