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I just got back on the greyhound, bound for San Jose, and then San Francisco.

Last night was... interesting! I stayed in, doing computer programming work for school, and hopped into bed hoping that the guy SNORING HIS FACE OFF wouldn't actually bother me and I'd sleep all the same.

I couldn't have been more incorrect. Actually I was so exhausted I slept for 1/2 an hour initially, but it must have been the really snorting part that awoke me, and from that point on, from about 12 till 1, I just got angrier and angrier. But what do you do! Throw a shoe? What!?

I got the laptop out and surfed around for a while on the scorchingly fast wireless, even downloading recording freeware to perhaps take a sample, and then next time he honks himself awake I can give him some of his own medicine.

I think the other guy in the room was in the same boat, I think he tried to make some snoring noises of his own to try and get this bastard to wake up!

Thoughts that were going though my head were "How DARE he book a room with other people in it when he KNOWS he sounds like this!!"

Tiring of the internet, I tried the couch in the living room area but I could still hear him.

So I go for a stroll. I actually get up (noisily - I knew the other victim in this situation was awake anyway) and actually get some jumpers on, and leave the hostel!

I roam for a little while, and get heckled by some American youths because of my bright red Peter Alexander pajama pants, and green haviana 'flip flops'. At least I THINK that was it.. I gues my hair was all messed up too.
This teenage wigger guy in a back hat gets the attention of the girls and guys a round him "Hey hey hey guys, you gotta see this!"

I did a little dance to play along, it was all very funny (they were harmless).

Moving right along, I got a couple of frights from homeless people, and then made it back safely, and I'd certainly cooled off. But oh, OH that snoring! I thought people usually snored for a while then were done with it. But it was 2, and he was still going!

After a breif attempt at sleep I stormed out to the couch again in a huff, and somehow woke there this morning with the sun shining, and the occasional person floating about me.

Packed up, went for a quick stroll on the pier, beach, boardwalk, looking for postcards and driftwood, and finding both while stressing about the time, dragged my gear to the Greyhound Bus Stop by 12.15.

Now I'm cruising through the California woods. A really large lady just looked at me and said that my left over Soy and Flaxseed Tortilla chips and Trader Joes guacamole "Smells real goouud".

Should I offer?