San Francisco ... yuppeee!!!
Time goes on so fast ... and as usual I have to hurry to write my blog entry :)
As mentioned I went back to Salt Lake City after I brought my stuff to the greyhound terminal. The Arts Festival is nothing really special, lots of artist sell their paintings and there are some concerts going on. After a while I got hungry and the food on the Festival wasn't as cheap; thus I decided to go back to the Chuck-A-Rama (the place you eat for 10 bucks). Afterwards I went back to the Festival and was looking forward to listen to a Symphonie Orchestra Concert ... they should have started at 8:30, yet until they began it was after 9:00 and I just had a couple of minutes before I had to leave in order to take my bus towards Reno.
As I left the festival I waited for the bus ... and after a while I had to figure out that there was no bus to the greyhound terminal anymore (at 9 pm?!?). Yet, I could take another bus and had to walk for a while ... got a bit lost ... got in a hurry ... saw lots of strange people (so I also discovered that not anything is shining in Salt Lake City ... but almost) ... and finally still could get my ticket on time for my bus.
And then big surprise ... guess ... yes bus drivers of Greyhound don't seem to like their job ... another bus driver didn't show up ... the second time in a couple of days. It was kind of bad because the next day I had to be on time, for I was meeting Beverley in Reno (an English girl I met on my first trip in Washington; she was only reachable by email) and I didn't know how to notify her. Ok so the driver didn't show up and we didn't know a lot what was going on ... there were some rumours that the bus would leave around 3 am in the morning. So we were waiting and I had the opportunity to talk to some guys. I met a guy who served the US army and spent a couple of years in Germany (it seems there are lots of them in the US) ... he told me about German beer and girls *funny*. I also talked to a girl that had 8 brothers and sisters (her parents got both divorced) ... for sure it was also funny to talk to her.
After 2 o'clock we all got curious what was going on ... there was kind of a stupid security officer ... you know this kind of person ... they have no power in their private life but as soon as they get some in their professional life ... they're really proud about it and like to use it (same situation in the army ... I hate these people that fuck you up all day) ... so he felt that we were kind of rude towards him and that he had to handle us the same way. What do you think if someone tells you at one clock (in the morning) that if someone complains he kicks out every single person of the bus terminal and that it is not his problem that we have to wait ... so what happened finally was that before we were able to take the bus he made a personal security check on every person. That means that he checked all our bags for weapons and stuff and he checked every single person with his stupid metal detector. By the way we had to stay in a row and "if your bag is not open and ready to be searched, you'll have to wait at the end of the line and you won't be able to take the bus at 3 am" (so you would have to wait until 11 am). I was kind of afraid because I had my swiss army knife and I wasn't ok to lose it (yet I was able to hide it). Finally he told us that it's our own decision to travel with Greyhound ... and that he didn't travel with Greyhound for 35 years ... ok, enough ... I know I got excited again :)
Honestly, I still think Greyhound is ok ... just expect to be late ... yet it works and you'll meet lots of funny people ... and it's pretty cheap (depending on ticket/pass) ...
So the next day I arrived late in Reno (after 11 am instead of 7 am) and as I got out of the greyhound terminal I was looking for Canada Hall. Google Map had cheated on me, Canada Hall I had found was just a building under construction (and not the building I was looking for). Yet I had a street name and after a hike with my luggage I was able to find Canada Hall at the University of Reno. Yet the next problem was that I expected that nobody was waiting for me ... for I was as late.
I waited for a couple of minutes ... a girl came out and I asked her about Beverley ... and I was so happy ... she was informed about the Swiss Boy. So she could tell me where Beverley was ... Beverley and her friends were looking soccer ... and it was Switzerland against South Korea ... so I was able to see the soccer game too ... and was happy that Switzerland won (most were Korea supporters actually). I will try to see the game tomorrow ... good luck again!!!
Ups I'm still in Reno with my story and not in San Francisco ... yet I've got only 01:35 left ... tztztz ... talk to you later guys ...
Best regards from San Francsico!!!
As mentioned I went back to Salt Lake City after I brought my stuff to the greyhound terminal. The Arts Festival is nothing really special, lots of artist sell their paintings and there are some concerts going on. After a while I got hungry and the food on the Festival wasn't as cheap; thus I decided to go back to the Chuck-A-Rama (the place you eat for 10 bucks). Afterwards I went back to the Festival and was looking forward to listen to a Symphonie Orchestra Concert ... they should have started at 8:30, yet until they began it was after 9:00 and I just had a couple of minutes before I had to leave in order to take my bus towards Reno.
As I left the festival I waited for the bus ... and after a while I had to figure out that there was no bus to the greyhound terminal anymore (at 9 pm?!?). Yet, I could take another bus and had to walk for a while ... got a bit lost ... got in a hurry ... saw lots of strange people (so I also discovered that not anything is shining in Salt Lake City ... but almost) ... and finally still could get my ticket on time for my bus.
And then big surprise ... guess ... yes bus drivers of Greyhound don't seem to like their job ... another bus driver didn't show up ... the second time in a couple of days. It was kind of bad because the next day I had to be on time, for I was meeting Beverley in Reno (an English girl I met on my first trip in Washington; she was only reachable by email) and I didn't know how to notify her. Ok so the driver didn't show up and we didn't know a lot what was going on ... there were some rumours that the bus would leave around 3 am in the morning. So we were waiting and I had the opportunity to talk to some guys. I met a guy who served the US army and spent a couple of years in Germany (it seems there are lots of them in the US) ... he told me about German beer and girls *funny*. I also talked to a girl that had 8 brothers and sisters (her parents got both divorced) ... for sure it was also funny to talk to her.
After 2 o'clock we all got curious what was going on ... there was kind of a stupid security officer ... you know this kind of person ... they have no power in their private life but as soon as they get some in their professional life ... they're really proud about it and like to use it (same situation in the army ... I hate these people that fuck you up all day) ... so he felt that we were kind of rude towards him and that he had to handle us the same way. What do you think if someone tells you at one clock (in the morning) that if someone complains he kicks out every single person of the bus terminal and that it is not his problem that we have to wait ... so what happened finally was that before we were able to take the bus he made a personal security check on every person. That means that he checked all our bags for weapons and stuff and he checked every single person with his stupid metal detector. By the way we had to stay in a row and "if your bag is not open and ready to be searched, you'll have to wait at the end of the line and you won't be able to take the bus at 3 am" (so you would have to wait until 11 am). I was kind of afraid because I had my swiss army knife and I wasn't ok to lose it (yet I was able to hide it). Finally he told us that it's our own decision to travel with Greyhound ... and that he didn't travel with Greyhound for 35 years ... ok, enough ... I know I got excited again :)
Honestly, I still think Greyhound is ok ... just expect to be late ... yet it works and you'll meet lots of funny people ... and it's pretty cheap (depending on ticket/pass) ...
So the next day I arrived late in Reno (after 11 am instead of 7 am) and as I got out of the greyhound terminal I was looking for Canada Hall. Google Map had cheated on me, Canada Hall I had found was just a building under construction (and not the building I was looking for). Yet I had a street name and after a hike with my luggage I was able to find Canada Hall at the University of Reno. Yet the next problem was that I expected that nobody was waiting for me ... for I was as late.
I waited for a couple of minutes ... a girl came out and I asked her about Beverley ... and I was so happy ... she was informed about the Swiss Boy. So she could tell me where Beverley was ... Beverley and her friends were looking soccer ... and it was Switzerland against South Korea ... so I was able to see the soccer game too ... and was happy that Switzerland won (most were Korea supporters actually). I will try to see the game tomorrow ... good luck again!!!
Ups I'm still in Reno with my story and not in San Francisco ... yet I've got only 01:35 left ... tztztz ... talk to you later guys ...
Best regards from San Francsico!!!
posted by Alain at 16:53
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