my first impression of San Diego.
I landed in San Diego
around 23.00 - after 4,5hrs of foodless and
drinkless flight. I got my bag and looked up the flight status.
Surprisingly i couldnt find the flight from Vegas. It wasnt on the
screen at all, not landed, not deleyed, not even cancelled. Did RJ come
with an earlier flight here? I texted him and after few mins he called
me, his flight havent ever been there! The jerks from US Airways sold
him a flight to a destination that they never were flying to! hahahaah
HORRIBLE! So i stuck alone and RJ will come next day to San
Francisco.Ok then. I tryed to catch the bus, but they accept only exact
fare bills, no change:/ Ok, i thought, there is no problem to get
change at the airport, i just buy water or something else. Hold on
Grzechu!, Not that fast! At 23.00 there is nothing open in San Diego
airport. I asked random people about changing my 5-$-banknote, and i
got the recquired amount of cash to get on the downtown bus. From the
bus stop it was only few blocks to the hostel, and the temperatures
were just very nice, comparing freezing Europe. Unfortunatelly i didnt
sleep much, coz there was a party next room, and then this hell-drunk
girl crashed in my room, totally passed away on her bed with clothes on
making huge noise and waking everybody up.