San Francisco
Wednesday
From Merced I took the train again towards San Francisco.
I had to change to the thru-bus service at
Emeryville, which
went into the city and over a bridge. I was the last person
to get off the bus and the driver was about to finish his
run so he was kind enough to take me straight to the hostel
at Fort Mason. We passed by Pier 39 and through The Streets
of San Francisco on the way, the trip took a lot of the day and I was
glad to check in at the hostel; it certainly looked well
used and a popular place to stay, and this was the quiet
season! I explored the nearby shops, I found a Safeway(!)
and did some shopping - only a few days left of my holiday
so I could afford to splurge a little.
That evening I read some more of The Hobbit and tried to
relax after my hard days' travel. There were many
interesting looking people about and there were interenet
terminals too; one girl was trying to send emails and a guy
kept asking her questions about how to use the terminals, I
felt sorry for her. On a table I found a leaflet on Alcatraz
- hmmmm...
Thursday
In the morning I noticed the same girl was sending emails
again from one of the terminals, rather than wonder around
town aimlessly on my own I decided to ask her if she'd care
to join me for the day - she said yes! As it turns out this
girl was from Newcastle and had just arrived in the country,
she was doing a lot better than I was but then again she'd
been here before. We set out looking for excitement and
adventure and really wild things.
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