Lone Traveller

Day 1 (14th July 07)

Jerrico (aka didi or ah boy) and brian drove me 1st to the greyhound station in LA and then Irene & rus to the airport.
luckily we had them to drive us to our departure venues otherwise I seriously dunno how we’re going to lug ALL our luggage there.



Well, stupid me decided to bring my ultra big backpack up onto the greyhound bus which directly leaves me absolutely NO leg-space at all. Yes, totally no leg-space. I had to sit cross-legged throughout the whole 9hrs. Well, I absolutely did this for a very gd reason. I thought greyhound would charge me for an extra checked baggage (since this is what Las Vegas Greyhound did to us) so I decided to save some money and try to bring my big backpack up. Its obviously a wrong wrong choice! Fortunately, I was lucky enough to meet a nice Filipina who sat sideways in order to give me leg-space. she’s a nice woman, even offered me food and stuff but my stomach was too ill to give me any appetite. (think I might have ate something bad or drank too much tap water) Too bad she’s going to Oakland and not San Francisco.

Day 2 (15th July 07)
Finally reached SF!! I am soooo amazed by myself. I actually managed to lug all my luggage all the way from the greyhound station to the hostel. Well, honestly I really almost died halfway. There’re like SOOOOO many hills and slopes and its like so scary in the wee hours where there’re no normal ppl at all. Only those totally weird homeless ppl EVERYWHERE!! I spent a hard time avoiding them, especially with all my luggage. But well, I survived! I finally reached the hostel. But the hostel wasn’t open! I waited like 30-45min and rang the bell like a zillion times before somebody answered and let me in. Well, its not all bad stuff. Because I was waiting outside the hostel, I met this girl from New York, Dana. She’s a nice girl. So basically I would be going to places in SF with her. Just when I thought that all’s well, 4 deadly flight of stairs appeared infront of me. I’m actually supposed to carry my entire luggage up all the way to the 4th storey. Trust me, the 4 flight of stairs are seriously, totally, honestly DEADLY!!

Right after we settled down in the hostel, we made our way to Chinatown, Coit Tower (where you’re supposed to be able to overlook a large part or probably the whole of SF) and the ‘crookedest’ road. (which really is very crooked. I wonder whether they did it on purpose so that it would become a SF attraction.)

*the crookedest road*

*i think americans love GPS. they have GPS everywhere! they even have GPS in the malls*

We went back to the hostel quite early cuz I wasn’t feeling too well. Food poisoning I guess. Been conquering the toilet for like every 10min. puking and diarrhoea, whatever you can think of.

Felt quite bad to Dana. Cuz of me, she had to come back to the hostel early.

Day 3 (16th July 07)
We got chased out of our rooms!! They said that they don’t have any more available rooms and made us move out. Madness! Thus, I went to reason with them saying that I did make a reservation and its not my fault that they forgot to process it. *argh*
Hence, in the end, they moved us to the STOREROOM! -_-“ To make it worse, they actually expect us to pay the full price for the hostel for that miserable-not-even-enclosed-space. bish! But well, we gave in of course and paid the full price as it would definitely be better than being homeless. (however, if its not so cold outside, I might have seriously considered sleeping out in the parks or something. Hahaha) But they said that they would be able to move me up into a room tml once the ppl have checked out. So its not so bad lah.

We were supposed to go the South Markets where its supposed to have many cool little shops but since my food poisoning seem to take the worse and I can hardly walk, we took a MUNI (bus) to Haight Ashbury Street instead. It’s a cool street! With all the street art and cool alternative shops. Too bad my camera was out of batt, couldn’t take many pictures. Haiiiii

*as they say, shades are the best accessory*

These are the pics I took just before my camera died.

Again, I felt really bad. Cuz we’re supposed to go check out the gay and lesbian neighbourhood tonight but we decided not to as I felt really sick. So sorry, Dana.
I seriously hope I’ll be able to get well by tml. This totally sucks! Argh! Why am I so weak.

Btw, SF is so sooo sooooooo COLD! So different from LV and LA. I think it might be even colder than Yellowstone’s summer.