LA Adventure
MegaBus was actually pretty good. The bus driver was a bit harsh but who can really blame her. When I planned my trip to Los Angeles from San Francisco I for some reason thought that I was going to the airport. To my complete surprise when the bus stopped, and I woke up, there were no airplanes to be found. Instead all I could see was a train and a gravel parking lot. It would have helped if I was at least awake to see how we got there.
After making sure that indeed everyone got off the bus and this was the last stop I gave my hostel a call; told you I planned ahead. He told me that I am on the other side of town and I should just hop the line 33 and take that to Lincoln. Easy enough, now where is the 33? You would think that people who actually worked at the train station would know but apparently they are highly specialized in just their particular job such as shining shoes or waving a flashlight around. I stopped this old lady who seemed to know where she was going and she pointed me in the right direction.
Fast forward 80 minutes. I jumped off where I was told to and wandered around for another 45 minutes or so. Found the hostel, but nobody was there. The door was open and it looked like a house. Double checking the address I walked into the kitchen where the hostel owner was having dinner. Everyone here seems really warm and fun, but here is a glimpse of where I’m staying:
My bed. Note that I’m on the bottom bunk and it’s a good think I’m a wee lad. Those bars are only about two feet from the mattress. Can’t forget to duck.
I’m sure it’ll be a great time here. Tomorrow I head to Venice beach!
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