![]() Do you know the way to San Jose? San Jose is a million-person city just south of San Francisco. I drove there on Saturday from Merced, and had a bit of a nose around. It's a standard American city, employing such wonderful techniques as naming streets with numbers of letters ("I'm on the corner of ninth and G" Of course I wondered around the University of San Jose, and then read for a while in a riverside park. There being no cheap place to stay in SJ, I drove to Santa Cruz on the coast, where I stayed in a delightful little cottage hostel just 2 blocks from the beach. It has an 11pm curfew, not just quiet time, but a proper lock-out. Thus when I was out at the pub I had to come home at 10:45 on a Saturday night, rather a let-down. The main strip in Santa Cruz is Pacific Ave, where all the weirdos come. And there are a lot of weirdos, even for California: lots of down-and-outs, druggies, and young krusties. I was offered pot and, amazingly, Xanax (an antidepressant) as I walked down the road. I had been recommended a curry house for dinner, but after looking at their menu, making my enquiries, and asking where were all the meat dishes, I learned it was a vegan place. Bah. That's what happens when a hippie makes a recommendation for dinner. After I ate I went to one of the pubs listed in the hostel welcome page, where a discount is offered. I asked the barman whether he would honour my coupon, and handed him my twenty. A moment later it was returned to me with the explanation that my beer was courtesy of the dude by the juke box. He had overheard I was a traveler and very kindly bought me some beers and we chatted. I'd only ever seen such a concept in the movies before so was very impressed by his generosity.
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