This will be the last post in the section for the foreseeable future because I've finished with the whole travel gambit for a while. Time to find a job! The (US) ElectionIt just makes me angry and I know how this rant sounds so I'm going to leave it out. Two Funky Guys I MetThe night before the primary I was out knocking on doors. I was about five minutes away from finishing and a came across two guys on the street having a couple of beers outside their house. The address was on my list so I asked for Grant and Andre. They were Grant and Andre. Andre seemed a bit of a stoner. He thought he was told he couldn't vote but I assured him he could because he was No Party Preference. They said they would go down in the morning and be sure to vote. Who knows if they did. Anyway, Grant had bought an old ambulance for $8k which was pretty cool, and he seemed switched on and fairly interesting so when he offered me a beer I accepted. It was dark and I was nearly done, so why not really. We sat in the van and talked politics for a few minutes, then Grant alluded to a topic of conversation he had ready, almost like a presentation of sorts. Andre and I finished whatever we were talking about then Grant came at me with zero point energy generators and the Disclosure Project. It was full conspiracy theorist mode. Every time I asked him to explain some part of it that didn't make sense to me he just said some more vague and complex sounding stuff which made no sense and reiterated that he's not a physicist, but it's all real. He was totally normal apart from that. Lucid Dreaming and BuddhismI was walking to the park to have a read and there was a guy sitting on a step having a read. We made eye contact and exchanged hi's and as I passed I inquired as to the content of his book. It was about Chernobyl. Interesting I said. Turns out he was waiting for someone to pick him up then they would go for a walk in the park. Se we chatted for about an hour. I got some book recommendations. I also got some advice about lucid dreaming. I'm not in a writing mood though and I can't remember why I thought this would be interesting enough to make it a heading. The SaloonI didn't go out in San Fran much at all, but there was one time I went to a dive bar called the saloon and had some whisky. I'd just finished watching Peaky Blinders in which the characters drink whisky all the time. It was delightful. There was a live band in this small room and everyone of all shapes and sizes was dancing. It was a very American experience. Homeless Guy Picking Up TrashOn the day of the primary, a group of people, myself included, were doing a “honk and wave” to remind people that voting was today. My bag was behind me so I was generally staying aware of the few people who walked along the path at our rear. Anyway, some fella was walking along with a trailer behind him, upon which he was stacking trash that he found in the park. At first glance I assumed he was homeless. He had a dog who wasn't fat, but was quite muscular. The man of the duo was talkative and we saw him throughout the day. Afterwards I wondered if he really was homeless or if it was just his job to pick up trash. Again, I finish this tale with little idea of why I started And NowAnyway, I left Greg and Erica with whom I was staying and couchsurfed over in Oakland for a few days before flying back to Melbourne where my parents who happened to be in Melbourne and my Aunt and Uncle picked me up and whisked me up to Wodonga. I'm now looking for a job online in Melbourne, but really the location and role are less important than the purpose of the company for whom I am working.
I may, as a method of job hunt procrastination, continue to post in the thought section of my blog, but I think this travel section is finished for a while because my day to day life will be even less exciting to the outsider now that I'm living in the same place. In exceptional circumstances, like if I see a man poo in the middle of a crowd in a busy train station like in Rome, I might mention that. I know this post is barely coherent but to be honest, my heart's not in it. San Francisco was interesting, but very similar to Australia, so not great to write about. Plus my mind is on other things like finding a job and the prospect of starting real life. One final thing to mention is that the tone of my travel blog hasn't been as overtly positive as I imagine most travel blogs are. I think the most interesting parts of travel are the troubles you get in and who wants to hear about someone else's amazing adventure anyway? Especially mine. Obligatorily, I've had an amazing time, met many amazing people and learnt a lot about the amazing world we live in.
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