The flight into Anchorage was long, though not nearly as long as one of the girls I met here at the hostel that just flew in from Poland, but it was long enough to make the plane seem as though I was flying up in a single engine Cessna or something. I got into Anchorage a little after midnight. The hostel was closed (office hours here are from 7PM to 11PM) and so I ended up making my way over to the Motel 6 who then charged me enough for half a week's rent at the hostel, using half of my in hand cash. Stress but comfortable sleep came next as my stomach grumbled in fear that the rest of my cash will only suffice to keep it warm not fed. "We'll deal with that tomorrow
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