This was my favorite part. After being in arctic Missouri all winter, getting to be in 60 degree weather was bliss.Every day I was there was nice. There was usually a breeze and it was mostly sunny. Last year we were going over one of the chapters in our Chinese book. In it one of the characters was describing the weather of California as year round mild. At the time I thought it was just some filler conversation, but now I know better. I will probably come back to vacation in California just for the weather.
This is my second trip to California. My first was to Los Angeles. In LA we had to rent a car and drive. While driving people there were extremely aggressive, and rude. I had taken that driving demeanor and just assumed that was how the average California person acted no matter the situation, and that my LA friends were the exception. I was wrong to do that. In SF we used public transportation and taxi's exclusively. Our first morning on the bus, 3 people were quicker to offer help than me. One of those times I didn't even think to offer. For the most part everyone we encountered was courteous, and kind. Two homeless guys even gave us the info we needed to find our bus back to the Hotel.
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I could go on and tell you about how much we enjoyed Chinatown's food, or the open city atmosphere, and I probably could talk for a day about what I saw and heard at the GDC. But I would rather recount a memorable experience.
9:30pm - On our last night there we tried to use the bus to get back to the hotel. This is supposed to take less than an hour. We didn't know what we were doing. We spent half an hour searching for our bus stop before finding it.
10pm - Once we got confirmation from a homeless guys we were at the right bus stop, we started waiting on the bus. My buddy was in charge of reading the bus numbers as they passed. After the third or forth bus passed us on of us remarked "Man, that bus 14 sure is reliable." That's when it dawned on us. Maybe he's looking at the wrong number. As the next bus passed he found the right place to look, and we continued to wait, until the next #292 came around.
11pm - After getting on the bus we realized we didn't actually know the name of our hotel's stop. My buddy was extremely tired and he tried looking it up on his phone but kept falling asleep while doing it. Finally we heard "Airport Blvd". We knew our Hotel was on this road so we quickly hopped off, and the bus drove away.
11:40pm - We hopped off two miles too early, in an unfamiliar city/suburb, and we are both dead tired. So of course we decided to walk, rather than wait on another bus or call a taxi. The walk itself turned out to be mostly uneventful. We were not mugged. We did not see any suspicious characters. And there was sidewalks all the way to the hotel.
12:15am - We arrived at our hotel, and made sure we had a 4am wake up call so we wouldn't miss our 5:50am plane back. ^_^
Oddly enough with all the things that went wrong, that is probably one of my favorite memories from this trip.