March 15th, 2010

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Monday 15 March , San Francisco

Monday, March 15th, 2010
It was a beautiful day, clear and it got into the seventies in the sun.
I took the ferry from the ferry terminal at the foot of Market Street to Sausalito. Richard Spindler of Latitude 38 picked me up and we spend close to two hours together over lunch, outside. He wanted to hear more of my voyage and my new findings for the cruisers into Vietnam. I took the laptop to a doctor but he had no luck retrieving the data from my hard drive. He suggested I try a specialist in the N.W.
I hiked up and down the many hills, went to Fisherman’s Warf and to China Town. It was a perfect day for it.

Spring is near on Union Square, S.F.

Monday 15 March San Francisco

Monday, March 15th, 2010

All worked out on the space available flights from Saigon via Hong Kong and I arrived S.F. a couple hours before I left from Hong Kong, crossing the dateline. Did not sleep much. I had the middle seat in economy, on the aisle a very large American who slept the whole way and was hard to get around to stretch on my left a charming young Singaporian from the Microsoft S’pore office, enjoyed very much talking with her. Besides a broken laptop it turned out that my cellphone had lost it’s service here after I had a Vietnam prepaid SIM card installed in it. Fortunately a T-Mobile service point on Market street was able to get me going again but I have lost my address book that I had accumulated on it. So I am now double handicapped, on the laptop account.

I take the train this evening and will arrive Tuesday evening in Tacoma.

I am staying at the  Hotel Whitcomb a nice old turn of the century building on Market Street near the Civic Center, on the edge of the Tenderloin district. $ 69.00 plus tax. Skid Road of San Francisco.  All night the sirens of police and ambulance cars were blaring, but I missed most of the noise because I had not slept for 30 hours. Walking the neighborhood, you see the weirdest human beings, lonely, broken, wasting their God given gifts away; contributing little and taxing society resources and tolerance. A stark contrast to the 3 months in Asia where the disadvantaged at least try to make a contribution.

Hotel Whitcomb