Leaving from Yellowstone Nation Park, to Los Angeles, and to San Francisco, old gold mountain, a city i heard long time ago. remember, when i was small, always heard people said "go to old gold mountain to dig gold, or sell salty egg"
go with me, is a girl named Shadow. we get out from the plane, go to baggage claim, found a way to downtown. normal routine. May be it is not my first time to travel, to a place i never been before, i feel no nervous but excited. or may be the back pack is quite heavy, i want to find my hostel asap.
this time, no map, only few words about the direction, copy from hostelworld.com. it is quite nice, coz i fellow the words, and i found everything. just like doing undergraduate experiment, if you follow the menu precisely, you will get the result. well, not all the things in the world like this, especially things related to human, a complicated creature.
on the way we going to downtown, we met some Japaneses. it is quite interesting, when i saw some Asian face, i feel easier to chat with. but in fact, it is just what i feel, the truth is, you can chat with anyone. most of them are friendly.
Shadow goes to chat with them in the train, called BART. and i take care of our luggage.
finally, we go to the downtown, the business district. we go to found Shadow's hostel. we live in different hostels, becoz we book differently, and she got a friend there, she will join her friend later. however, it is quite long to her hostel, so we separated, and join at the union station half hour later.
by the way, let me clarify something
Shadow's hostel is not a hostel owned by Shadow. this is a stupid point of English.
Half hour, or hourS? i really don't know. another stupid point of a language.
the hostel is quite far away form the union square that i expected. 3 blocks away, up hill.
ok, i am tried. let it to be continuous
