LA to San Fran

We bounced our way into San Francisco on an 8 hour double decker Megabus and absolutely loved it, no joke. I think it's because we are pros at coach travel from busting up and down the country to Stonehenge and Bath every weekend with work. We sat at the front at the top so we had an amazing view, next to an old Japanese couple.

We took the bus to our hostel, The Green Tortoise, which is definitely the best hostel yet - it's massive, comfortable, we get free breakfast everyday and dinner three times a week, there are events on everyday (we're doing beer olympics tomorrow) a piano in the common room, and massage chairs in reception.

We also paid for an 8 bed dorm but got put in a 4 bed so even better. Our two room mates are Aussie-Asian girls and one was asleep when we got there at 8.30pm. GEDDUP.

We're staying in Little Italy,  next to Chinatown and went out trying to find bars in our area but there are just plenty of strip clubs. We walked past 'Mr Bing's cocktail bar' but it was completely dead apart from who we assumed to be Mr Bing himself, sat at the bar staring longingly into his laptop.

We went to the area called Mission and met loads of characters - one guy who kept trying to do a UK accent to us, called ULCER, claimed to be friends with everyone in San Francisco and invited us to a party with all his friends in San Francisco but we will not be attending.

Then we went to a shop and I bought the longest pepperami in the world and then spied some eggs in a basked on the counter and thought which chicken has been here and as I was puzzling over it, a kind man who was leaving the shop turned and said 'DO YOU WANT ME TO BUY YOU AN EGGGG????' and I said I don't know I dont want an egg if it is raw because then it will just be long having to carry around a fragile egg. He said that they are not raw they are hard boiled. I did not believe him. He bought me the egg for 50 cents and I took it and smashed it on the floor outside and it proved me wrong by not creating a mess but simply cracking and revealing a small, high-protein, jokes, late-night snack.

Then Kerri started talking to Mr Egypt in the pizza shop who said we looked like sisters.