If you're ever in San Fran...

...I know where to find you a good prostitute and some crack... It was a bizarrely appropriate way to start the trip: as I'm unloading my stuff out of the car on the a downtown street I see a guy double parked whose talking to a woman standing next to his passenger side window. I thought to myself, this guys soliciting a prostitute.

And you know what? He was! Before I knew it, two unmarked cop cars swooped in; the "prostitute" disapeared into the crowd; they led the guy away in handcuffs; and one the cops drove off in the guy's car. Almost like it never even happened.

I'm staying in the ghetto because it was the only cheap bed I could find on short notice. It's interesting in a slightly unnerving way; a little sketchy but I just walk quickly and try to look tough, which is impossible when you're tall, goofy redhead.

Right now I'm sitting in a little cafe in the gay district. I asked the best way to get to the Golden Gate Bridge and the guy behind the counter told me all about where the best gay beaches around there were. Then he came over and gave me a gay nightlife guide. He's so friendly I don't have the heart to tell him that I'm not gay.

Well, that's it. Tonight I'll get on a plane at 1 a.m. for a 13 hour flight to Taipei, Taiwan then a 2 hour flight to Chang Mai, Thailand. I should have a camera at that point so this will get more interesting... Ciao. E.