We made it to San Francisco. We’re staying in a flophouse that calls itself a hostel south of Market Street. Residents here are not really travelers as much as they are just people avoiding the street. Everyone’s nice, but pretty out of sorts. Our room intersects several unsecured 802.11 networks, which makes looking for jobs cheap and easy.

Most days we get up, make coffee, find more of our food stolen, check for new jobs, check on Dan, have breakfast and learn more than we want to about the trials and tribulations of our hostel-mates: ex Penthouse Pets and their kids, narcoleptic taxi drivers, severe ADHD cases, people looking for work and the owners who insist religion is the solution to most problems. For many of the residents it might help. Then we explore the city on foot.

Tags: san francisco, travel, usa

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