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My voyage around Big Island

Big Island on a Budget

It’s been months since I left Hawaiʻi, and even longer since I was actually on the Big Island, but I still find myself thinking about those three weeks of traveling around it on a budget. When people think of Hawaiʻi, they usually think expensive. Resorts, flights, rental cars, tours, and all the costs that come with paradise. But my time on Big Island proved something different to me: if you are willing to move a little differently, travel slowly, and sacrifice a bit of comfort here and there, Hawaiʻi can absolutely be done on a budget.

When I say Hawaiʻi here, I mean Hawaiʻi Island itself, not the whole archipelago. The island of lava fields, black and white sand beaches, massive roaches, centipedes, kings, volcanoes, dry coasts, rainy jungle, and even snow up on Mauna Kea. It is one of those places that really does feel like several environments stitched into one island.

And for me, this whole stretch of travel ended up costing roughly $300.

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$6 Flight

Flights from the mainland can get expensive fast, especially from the East Coast. But in my case, I made it to paradise for $6 thanks to air miles. I flew one way from San Francisco to Hilo with a connection in Honolulu, using points through the JetBlue and Hawaiian Airlines partnership. Complimentary breakfast, lunch, and Mai Tais did not hurt either.

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Rainbow Falls in Hilo

Couchsurfing and Camping Around the Island

Outside of Kona, Hilo, and some of the resort-heavy areas near Hapuna, Big Island can feel very rural and isolated. Because of that, Couchsurfing was not exactly overflowing with hosts, but I still gave it a shot and had a few great experiences from it.

I spent time in Puna, including one unforgettable beach evening with bongos, lava fields, and exactly the kind of offbeat Big Island energy you might imagine. I also spent time in Ocean View, where I got to paddle board for the first time on the Kona side and spend time with a family living more off the grid. These were the kinds of experiences that made the island feel personal instead of just scenic.

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Bongos on the beach…andlotsofnakedpeople!!

Shakas and couchsurfers turned friends

Shakas and couchsurfers turned friends

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Travel pose in Volcanoes Nationa Park lava field.

Paddle Boarding near Ho'okena Beach, Kona Side

Paddle Boarding near Ho’okena Beach, Kona Side

Camping played a huge role too. I camped legally for two nights in Volcanoes National Park, but the rest was more of the freedom-camping variety. I camped at the southernmost point of the United States, near Pololū Valley, around Waipiʻo, and at Makalawena, one of the most beautiful beaches I have ever seen. At one point, I had the entire beach to myself for hours. That is not something I’ll forget anytime soon.

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Camping at the southernmost point of the USA

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Green Sand Beach near South Point

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Camping on the Kona coast

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Beautiful Makalawena Beach to myself

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Hitchhiking Across Hawaiʻi Island

If hitchhiking in Romania for the first time opened the door to hitchhiking for me, Big Island proved that the same open-minded way of moving could work in the U.S. too. In fact, it worked incredibly well here.

I hitchhiked from Puna to South Point, over toward Kona, up to the northern valleys, and eventually back to Hilo, including a day trip up to Mauna Kea and back. I waited anywhere from a few minutes to maybe an hour, but overall it worked like a charm. Ride after ride came from locals and travelers alike, and almost every one of them added something to the experience.

One woman who picked me up in the rain told me, “I just saw the genuine in your smile and felt like I could trust you.” That kind of moment says a lot. Big Island was one of those rare places in the U.S. where hitchhiking did not feel impossible or strange. It felt natural.

Hitchhiking Big island

“I just saw the genuine in your smile and felt like I could trust you. Plus you were standing in the rain.”

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Several car rides later, overlookingKīlauea crater!

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Kīlauea Iki Crater Hike

Aloha with Locals

As memorable as the island itself was, the biggest thing that stayed with me was the aloha I received from people.

Through hitchhiking, Couchsurfing, and just being open to connection, I met some incredible locals who showed me what aloha really means beyond the tourist slogan. I had people invite me over for food, share conversations about life, teach me bits of pidgin, and generally make me feel welcomed in a place where I easily could have remained just another traveler passing through.

The most meaningful example came after I hurt my foot. A couple I met at South Point had spent the day fishing, and I had shown some aloha through conversation and helping out a bit. In return, they invited me to stay with them in Hilo when I made it back that way. I originally intended to stay only a few nights before heading on to Maui, but after injuring my foot, I ended up staying with them for two weeks during that recovery period. That kind of kindness is not something I take lightly, and to this day I am still incredibly grateful for it.

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The couple that had my back for two weeks during my injury recovery process. Aloha!

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Brew at Kua Bay

The Deeper Significant Big Island Had as my FIRST Pacific Island

My Pacific voyage in 2017 may have been more limited than I originally hoped because of injury, but Big Island still became something much bigger than just a stop on the map. It was my first true Pacific island experience, and in many ways, the right place for that journey to begin. A young, active island shaped by lava, rain, valleys, ocean, constant creation, and deep spirituality felt like a fitting place to step into a whole new world.

What stayed with me most was not just that I made Big Island work on a budget, but that it gave me my first deeper cultural experience in the Pacific. Staying in Hilo with a Hawaiian family, learning bits of pidgin, eating local and Hawaiian foods like poi and kalo, and being welcomed into that environment gave me something far beyond a normal trip. In many ways, that chapter became the beginning of what would later grow into Living Like A Hawaiian.

Looking back now, it feels even more meaningful knowing where the voyage eventually carried me after Hawaiʻi — onward into Tonga, Tuvalu, Kiribati, Palau, American Samoa, Tokelau, and beyond. Big Island was the first step into that wider Pacific journey. The first island that opened the door. The first place that showed me the power of culture, place, and people in a way that would shape everything that came after.

That is why Big Island stayed with me. Not just for the beaches, lava fields, valleys, or the rides, but because it was the true beginning. A powerful, spiritual, and very appropriate place for a Pacific journey to start.

 Aloha! 


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