San Diego
I rode the Amtrak down to San Diego this morning. The train ran an hour and twenty minutes late. We were asked to transfer to another train due to technical difficulties in Solana Beach. I wasn’t disappointed with being behind schedule, I was bummed when outlaws on horses didn’t come riding up to rob our train. That’s what happens when you ride trains right?
I’m sure Amtrak has a man-instincts style of management. The conductor would proudly announce the estimated time of arrival to the next station, and every time, we would arrive later than originally announced. Overall, I’m thrilled to be riding the train. The ticket cost 48 dollars, or about 20 dollars cheaper than driving when considering fuel costs alone.
What is with all of the homeless dudes in Downtown San Diego? I think I’ve seen more in one square mile here today than all of Hollywood a couple days ago.
I’m about to walk a few blocks to the movies. Hopefully, I won’t get stabbed by hobos, or robbed by outlaws on horses.
