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Published: August 6th 2012
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24th July
These hangovers keep coming thick and fast, I can see this whole week turning into one massive bender. I can literally hear my liver cry every morning I feel this way. Today's agenda consisted of going to see the golden gate bridge and then they're a bit of a drive into the city after called Sausalito. Of course, first things first and get rid of this huge hangover that is currently haunting me. A combination of H2O and a sofa will do the trick. We called the valet to get our car, put down the hood and set off towards the golden gate bridge. Little did we know we would be driving through the ghetto full of homeless people and so what can only be described as crack heads. Every single block has traffic lights and every single traffic lights we hit it was red. Three pasty white boys driving convertible mustang in a rough area stopping constantly could only be bad news. On my first day walking through San Francisco some massive guy came to me and shouted whilst pointing directly at me " I am watching you". I laughed this off but he was huge and
had crazy eyes. Anyway making it through the ghetto and into the nicer area of San Francisco we slowly rolled up in a lot of traffic to the golden gate bridge. It wasn't as big as the bridge we had previously driven over but it is a lot more aesthetically pleasing. The golden gate bridge is red, why would they call it the golden gate bridge if it wasn't golden, it really baffles my mind. We drove over with Bridge with Rich pulling out his best Chinese moves And becoming the biggest tourist ever by leaning out of the car with his iPad and almost losing it at one point to the wind whilst taking hundreds of photos and video. We got a good view of Alcatraz and the skyline of the surrounding areas around San Francisco but it was very short lived. It's not that big. You can drive it slowly in roughly a minute. Hay ho, it's been done now and we can check it off our list of stuff to do in San Fran. To be honest, that is pretty much it. Once we got in Sausalito we pulled up got, some food in a nice Italian restaurant/cafe and then on to get a few more pictures of the surrounding area. Being rubbish tourist that Karl and I are, we decided to lie on the grass and give rich a 30 minute period that he can wander off and take as many photos as he wants. Since losing his phone and his camera breaking at Sea world he has been using his iPad to take pictures and he looks ridiculous whilst doing it. It didn't matter today, me and karl let him go off as we lay down trying to not be poo'd on by the surrounding pigeons and seagulls that kept flying a few feet above us. We drove back, got a burrito and prepared for another heavy night drinking with our new Aussie friends. One of the Aussies got caught with a girl in his room last night and the manger came in with the megaphone and announced it to everyone. This is the type of hostel which won't kick you out for that sort of stuff. I love it. After the same repeated speech from the manager that has to say to satisfy the sponsors we headed down into the club/drinking area. He said the sponsors give the hostel $30,000 worth of alcohol each month. Messy stuff. Beer pong was the main activity for every night so far in this hostel.
Tonight was no different. It is quite funny how clicky people get when they find drinking buddies and what nicknames you get for the smallest things that you do or have about yourself. The main nickname that was flying around downstairs was "goatee". This German lad who was a nice guy and all had the biggest and best goatee and whilst playing beer pong once one person called him goatee. That was it. For the rest of the nights in was goatee. He didn't quite understand as mostly it was drunken shouting and cheering but he seemed to enjoy the attention it got him. Once the booze ran out we made a vodka run to the nearest off license and proceeded to play an Aussie drinking game called "rumpa this is basically an easier version of dirty dirty the English version. One guy from New Zealand passed out and had to be carried to bed by an almost equally drunk guy. Whilst carrying him up the stairs both guys were hitting their heads on every wall, lift and object. The guy carrying had a bloody face by the end of this. That is commitment to getting a mate upstairs. If that was rich I would of let him sleep where he drops or dragged him up by his ankles. Of course it would all be on video if it was to happen. To be honest I don't have a clue what else happened in the night but I know we all woke up feeling like we had gargled a dead possum.
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