A casual review of the HI San Francisco Fisherman’s Wharf

After a very brief stay in the HI Downtown San Francisco branch, we decided it was about time we upped sticks and moved on…to a different, cheaper hostel, in the very same city. Also part of the Hostelling International family, because as we had payed for membership we decided we might as well make use of it, know what I’m saying?

In comparison to the cloud of inner-city smell in the Downtown area (you know, the subtle aroma of bin juice mixed with car exhaust, urine and mouldy food from the back of restaurants), approaching the Fisherman’s Wharf hostel was practically like stepping into the countryside! This hostel is located in an old army barracks which is technically situated within one of the USA’s smallest National Parks, Fort Mason, on the cliffs overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz, and surrounded by greenery. Quite frankly; it was just bloody lovely!  Continue reading

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A casual review of the HI Downtown San Francisco 

Our first hostel stay in San Francisco was for three nights at the HI San Francisco Downtown, and I’ll tell you for sure it was a good’n.  Although it was fairly late at night when our Amtrak bus deposited us into the centre of the city- get the lowdown on the Amtrak adventure here– the streets were so full of people that it put my mind at ease about finding a new place in the dark with only a memorised route to lead us there. Sometimes I get a bit concerned about wandering around unchartered territory in the middle of the night, know what I’m saying? The reception area on the ground floor had all sorts of people hanging out for the wifi purposes, and after checking in we entered the main hostel through a top secret door (i.e. nobody enters without a key) and went to find our respective rooms.  Continue reading

Seven Days in San Francisco (Budget Edition) 

Having spent two weeks gallivanting around the glitz of LA and the surfers paradise of San Diego, it was a strange old feeling coming into San Francisco in the middle of the night after an all-day train journey to Oakland and then a bus ride from there into the city centre. In comparison to our first two stops on the trip, San Francisco seemed almost European!? This was partly due to the higgledy-piggledyness of the streets and partly to the fact that there seemed to be a very clear city centre which is easily navigable on your own two feet. And I’m proud to say that even though it was dark and scary outside, we managed to find the HI San Francisco Downtown quite easily as I had become a dab hand at copying maps off of hostel computers, in record timing might I add. (Our trip was so budget that Internet was only available in wifi hotspots or at pay-per-minute hostel computers, so you’ll understand now why this is the Budget Edition of things to see in San Francisco)

So…here we go pals. In no particular order, for those who are interested, these are my recommendations for how to explore San Francisco on a strict budget. (It’s totally 100% possible, trust)

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The Journey to San Francisco (or, the Coast Starlight is a magical name for a train)

We arose at the crack of dawn in our hostel in Downtown San Diego and walked to the train station in the pitch black darkness and pouring rain, which led me to the realization of two things. Firstly that my waterproof jacket was in actual fact not waterproof, and secondly that 6.30am is one of my least favourite times to walk about in the pouring rain. I was soggy, I was cold, I didn’t even have a hood and upon entering the station the animal I most resembled is a drowned rat. San Diego, Schman Diego, it was freezing. Thank God I had the promise of a magical journey on The Coast Starlight to pull me through that dark time.  Continue reading

Adventures at the R.K. Hostel, San Diego

Stepping into the R.K. Hostel in San Diego was a bit like stepping into a parallel universe, where none of the characters we encountered were quite what they seemed and you got the feeling the majority of them were harbouring a dark dark secret, or at least an incredibly interesting and complex back story. The hostel itself is in a residential area within the city’s Little Italy, and appears from the outside to be a very lovely old house complete with porch running all the way along one side; apparently in the 1920s it was a hotel, and became a gay club shortly afterwards named the Moby Dick. So there you go.  Continue reading

What to see in San Diego

‘Good morning, San Diegooo!’ is the main thing that once sprung to mind when thinking of the Southern-most city on the coast of California. (If you haven’t watched Anchorman, I apologise as that will be lost on you) Now that I’ve visited, that is still the first thing that springs to my mind. Followed by…the following.

Arriving there from L.A. was quite a contrast as the whole city seemed so much more laid-back- and generally speaking, way cleaner- in fact it was rather a welcome break from the hubbub. The people are welcoming, they say hello, in fact they might even give you a smile as you pass them by in the street. The guy who built a lot of the Downtown area in the early days of San Diego’s existence was named Alonzo Horton…at one time he was a full on big-time-rich-from-digging-up-gold kind of a guy, but he was also very generous and trustworthy from the sounds of it. His life principal was, in his own words, “to be as happy as I can every day; to try to make everyone else as happy as I can, and to try to make no one unhappy.” Maybe that philosophy has just kept going through the generations of the city so that they’re all just happy-go-lucky, chilled out kind of people. Or it could just be that everyone is happier in the sunshine and San Diego has one of the most consistently awesome set of weather conditions in America, I don’t know. What I do know is that by the time of his death, ol’ Horton was but a poor man once again- rumour has it he was actually homeless. But did he care?? Did he HELL. There is more to life than money people, and Horton knew it. Plus, people loved him so much they named a shopping mall after him. You are a fully-respected member of society if people care about you enough to name a mall after you, money or no money.

Here, in no particular order are some interesting and awesome things I recommend getting up to if you ever happen to be in what is one of the most relaxed cities in North America.  Continue reading

Adventures at the HI:Santa Monica

The spooky mist that had shrouded the palm trees upon our arrival into LA had disappeared by the time we woke up the following morning, luckily. After checking out of our hotel bright and early, we made our way to a bus stop to await the #3 Big Blue Bus towards our hostel in Santa Monica. Transport in LA’s pretty shoddy as the city’s so full on massive, but Big Blue Buses connect Downtown LA to Santa Monica so if you’re heading that way from the airport it’s handy to know. And they actually are big and blue, so you can’t miss them. Personally I felt like a bit of an idiot sitting in my human-size purple backpack on a crowded bus, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

Whilst on said bus, I overheard (so did the rest of the bus, presumably) half of an extremely interesting conversation between a shaven-headed man who seemed to be a suspect in a murder case, and an unknown person on the phone (who may or may not have been his mother). He was just on his way home from being questioned by the police and seemed very angry about the whole situation. No-one else on the bus seemed that bothered, so I just went with it. There was a mild moment of panic though, when neither me nor my bf could work out how people were managing to stop the bus when they wanted to get off- there were no bells to be seen. As we neared our stop my heart was beating ever faster, until finally I noticed a cord running along the length of the bus and realised that was what we had to pull to exit the vehicle. Panic over. This is the type of thing that causes panic at the best of times, know what I’m saying!?

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What to See in Santa Monica

Santa Monica: home to celebrities galore and definitely one of the more aesthetically pleasing areas of Los Angeles. The city itself is sprawled out across a ginormous surface area, and if you ever find yourself paying a visit, it’s definitely a good idea to stay in this area of town. It’s beaut, there’s plenty to see and do, and it’s smack bang right by the beach. On top of all that, the air feels a little fresher than further into the city where the general vibe is a little more urban. Mainly, the Chanel-clad shoppers of the area made me reminisce about the days of Clueless, but what bloody great days they were, let’s be honest.


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Journey to L.A. : Saying Howdy to the US Border Control

So here it is, you guys: the beginning of the America trip, in all its glory. Neither me nor my boyf had ever even been on a long haul flight before, yet there we were, planning three months in America without much of an idea of a route other than that we were starting in Los Angeles and finishing in New York. The whole thing was a series of rollercoaster rides, but let’s kick things off with rollercoaster ride number one: entry to the New World. Aka, America. You know what I’m saying. Our feelings about leaving England were possibly not too dissimilar to those lovely folks who set sail on the Mayflower back in the day- possibly but not probably. The one key difference is that we travelled by plane as opposed to massive giant ship. We were excited, we were nervous, it was INTENSE.

Helped with the medium of smileys, here is a blow-by-blow account of our journey across the pond.

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Where We’re Going, We Don’t Need Roads (or, how to cross America without a car)

The Great USA Road Trip. It’s a rather iconic thing to do, something that crops up on bucket lists of people young and old across the world, and (I’m not gonna lie), I still want to do it myself one day. But, at the time that we booked our three month jaunt to the good old US of A, neither my boyfriend or I were actually in possession of an actual real live driving license. Which ruled out the whole road trip idea before it had even begun: public transport it was! In some places this was tricky, in others it wasn’t, but here are the alternative modes of transport we used to make our way from one side of North America to the other, covering these locations in the process:

L.A. – SAN DIEGO – SAN FRANCISCO – LAS VEGAS – TUCSON – HOUSTON – NEW ORLEANS – ST AUGUSTINE – FLORIDA CITY- MIAMI – SAVANNAH – WASHINGTON, DC – TORONTO – NEW YORK CITY

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