"I want my two dollars!"

Trip Start Apr 07, 2010
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Trip End Aug 07, 2010


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Sunday, April 11, 2010

After a very long lie in we got up to pack, book our Greyhound tickets to LA / Vegas and buy supplies (i.e. crisps, chocolate, and Snapple).

We spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with Tyler and his housemates, watching a ridiculous film called "Better off Dead."  If you haven´t already seen it we recommend you do, it may well be John Cusack´s finest work.  Those of you still at Uni should most definitely consider a Better off Dead fancy dress night in the near future (when you see the dancing burger you´ll understand why...). We want our two dollars, and the two hours of our life back spent watching it....

Duncan (Tyler´s housemate that doesn´t actually live in his house) then proceeded to share some completely unrepeatable stories about his time in college in Maine, all of which were hilarious but have mentally scarred us for life.  Let´s just say they put Cuthbertian shenanigans to shame, and that in Maine they do everything with their socks on.

Innocence well and truly destroyed, it was time to pack up and go, we wanted to get to the Greyhound station on time and not have a repeat of Alcatraz.  After having our plans flummoxed by the one way bus routes through downtown, we decided to walk, a chance for me (Becks) to test out my walking boots for the first time... I immediately slipped on a damp drain cover landing on my back, arms and legs flailing around like a turtle. D´oh!

We´d told numerous Americans we´d met that we were planning on taking the Greyhound to LA and Las Vegas.  Most had not been particularly complimentary of it´s most vast, cheap and excellent transportation service.  Various responses included, but were not limited too: "Ugh, Greyhound." "Why don´t you fly" "Greyhounds are disgusting." "They´re full of freaks, especially the overnight ones." "I´ve never taken one."  Usually followed by a hilarious anecdote about how someone recently got beheaded on one.  We were not amused.  Or deterred.  But it was with mild trepidation that we rocked up to the Trans Bay Terminal in Downtown SF at about 10pm, half expecting to be ravaged by a tramp immediately as we walked through the doors.

In actuality, we quietly passed by some homeless people setting up their cardboard boxes for the night in the lobby (SF has quite a large population of homeless people, very sad :( ), picked up our tickets to LA, booked our round trip to Las Vegas, and got on the bus...

Now, it was a bit of a grimy bus, but that didn´t matter too much because after 3 minutes and a prep talk from the driver about how we had to keep the noise down, he switched off the lights and Vix and I promptly settled down for the night...well, as much as you can settle down on a bus...
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