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GREYHOUND SUCKS! 3 day bus trips = You become a stinking bum no matter HOW MUCH deodorant you're wearing. In the course of 79 hours, they left my bag on the sidewalk, they tried to leave me behind at some gas station in Wyoming, and they helped me in losing US$200 AMEX traveller's cheques. Everything worked out though. No worries. I did forget to hit a Canadian bank before I left Toronto, so now I'm stuck with $20 Canadian in COINS in my backpack. Guess I could really confuse some poor beggar in Guatemala by giving it to him, couldn't I? Any better ideas? Crappy thing about taking Greyhound from Montreal to California is that you stop EVERYWHERE. I saw Patriot America, aka Iowa City. Small, tree-lined drives, and an abundance of American flags. Iowa, by the way, does have tons of corn, and one REALLY CUTE International Student from Yugoslavia. This ultra-hottie economics student got on the bus, and I was floored. Wasn't able to get a snapshot of her. Sorry boys. Omaha? What a dirty city, dirty people, dirty bus station. The main street is lined with bars, but on a Saturday night at 11pm they were all empty!!! They should take a lesson from Montrealers. Among the crowd, I met some cool people. A musician from England, a Master of Biology graduate from Germany, and an aspiring Navy SEAL from Portland, Oregon. Some good conversation to be found between the three of them! It's all about culture, ladies and gentlemen. Bring it on... the only way to get ahead of the rest of the rats (or geckos)...  So - final score? Ticket cost me C$163.50 and I spent 79 hours on 6 different buses. Yeah, it was worth it. Saved 250 clams on the price of an airplane ticket. That's a lot of beer in Costa Rica dudes. And there it was. The land before me. California. I arrived on the Monday afternoon (Sept 2) and my aunt picked me up in a sweet-looking SAAB convertible and we headed down the freeway for a dip in the pool and a cold beer on the patio. I chilled out a couple of days in San Jose with my aunt and her grand-daughter Adriena (a miniature Britney Spears) and my uncle gave me a crash course in SAP (if you don't know, don't ask). Later that week I hit Vallejo, California to spend a few days with my buddy Colin. He's a guru in the art of backpacking, first aid, and just about every outdoor sport you can think of. He makes the best bean, tuna and rice concoction I have ever had! Learned some great new knots that I'm sure I'll never be able to reproduce... Also went surfing at Fort Cronkhite, in Marin County. Man, that water was cold! what was it Colin? 50 Fahrenheit before the wind chill factor? Apparently the other surf dudes were taking bets on how long I'd last in the frigid water. We also met a couple of cute girls passing through Sausalito (one of the richest neighborhoods in America). We hit a party that night for a bunch of CMA students. there was easily over 100 people there... a huge bonfire, a skateboarding halfpipe in the backyard, and oh yeah, of course, 3 kegs full of Coastal Fog which ran out in about 60 minutes. Did you see the pic of the beer bong? See my spring break pics for more of the same. anyways, the cops broke up that party and we found ourselves heading back to Colin's for a night of hot tub and Jenga playing. Saturday afternoon found me meeting up with my bud Bernie for a late-afternoon lunch in San Francisco on Columbus Street. We strolled around Frisco, and visited The Crookedest Street In The World - Lombard Street. I had been invited to swing by my friend Charles' place for drinks and hors d'oeuvres that night so I brought along Mihai and Bernie to meet him. After a few beers, we headed to Larry Flynt's HUSTLER HONEYS. Wow. Talk about H-O-T women. Unfortunately, no photographic equipment permitted inside the club. :( After a long night of friends, drinks, and watching beautiful women on stage, we got bored and split. Mihai and I decided on the fly the next day to take a cruise down Highway 1 between Half Moon Bay and Santa Cruz. Well, it just so happens that I have a buddy who is a police officer in Santa Cruz so he gave us the lowdown on what's doing on a Sunday night. In fact, turns out Mihai was sporting conflicting gang colours and was a prime target for a bullet. tell ya one thing... it's good to have a friend who knows the inside scoop! many thanks go out to my family for being supportive my Aunt Trish and Uncle Steve for letting me stay there in San Jose my bud Colin for all his advice, good times and a comfortable couch in Vallejo. congrats again on passing the third mate's exam! Bernie and Charles - that was a pretty cool Saturday wasn't it? thanks for the food, the women (know what I mean?) and the good company Mihai - stay away from the gang colours. enough said! Brent - cheers to seeing you again after 4 years, keep Santa Cruz safe! Also, thanks to all who e-mailed or called to wish me best of luck. I was so busy in those last few days before I left that I didn't get to sleep, eat, or breathe so we may not have gotten a chance to speak or see each other. See
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