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Hello everyone outside there,

these are my fictitious adventures in San Francisco, California.

I decided to write it in english, because the reason for my little trip is to improve my english. But since it is now still bad, feel free to use the comment function to correct me.

But, I must warn you: If you are able to understand german you should read the german version.

Hallo da draußen,

hier könnt ihr meine fiktiven Abenteuer in fernen San Francisco nachlesen.

Es existiert auch noch eine englische Version, aber von der würde ich abraten, außer wenn Ihr masoschistisch veranlagt seid oder wenn Ihr Oberlehrer-Alüren habt, dann lest sie und lasst Euch über mein Englisch in den Kommentaren aus. Das ist ausdrücklich erwünscht.

Before you can do a language course in the states it is necessary to get a visa. The problem is not to get the visa, this is only expensive and a lot of research work, the problem is to get inside the embassy for the visa-interview.

Just to be save I went a little bit earlier than to the embassy the time of my visa-interview. In front of the embassy stood two of those always friendly berlin police officers. And they told me, that I'm a little piece of shit, because I came with a camera, a mobile phone and a backpack. Each one of these is stricly forbidden in the embassy, so they wouldn't let me in. I asked them if it is not possible to leave the stuff somewhere, but this is not possible - safety reasons - you know! But it is possible to put the stuff on the sidewalk on the other side of the street. Ha ha, very funny, I wouldn't leave my stuff on the pavement! It is also not possible to leave the stuff with the police, your friend and helper. On the police in berlin you can count.

So, I called my girlfriend and she came very fast with her car to get my stuff, so I could go in the embassy.

The interview was not longer than two minutes...

Wenn man in den USA einen Sprachkurs machen will, der mehr als 18 Stunden pro Woche umfasst, benötigt man ein Studentenvisum. Das Visum zu bekommen ist auch gar nicht schwer, sondern nur teuer und verdammt viel Forschungsarbeit, das Problem ist in die Botschaft für das obligatorische Visa-Interview zu kommen.

Um ganz sicher zu gehen, bin ich extra ein wenig früher zur Botschaft gefahren und da standen zwei Polizisten, welche mich dann erstmal in der gewohnten freundlichen Berlin Art angepöbelt haben. "Handy? Kamera? Rucksack?", "Öhm ja...!?", "Denn dürfen'se nicht in die Botschaft", "Aha? Kann man die Sachen irgendwo lassen?", "Nee!", "Mmmhhhh, aber wie ist denn die übliche Vorgehensweise in solchen Fällen? Ich bin doch bestimmt nicht der erste dem das passiert?", "Ja, hätten sie mal die Unterlagen richtig gelesen! Hier können sie ihre Sachen jedenfalls nicht lassen! Sie können die ja auf die andere Straßenseite legen." Super Idee, ich leg meine Wertsachen bestimmt nicht auf die andere Straßenseite, welche nicht mal von den beien Superbullen bewacht wird.

Zum Glück kam dann schnell mein Schatzi vorbei, nachdem ich sie angerufen habe und hat meine Sachen entgegengenommen.

Das eigentliche Interview hat dann auch nicht länger als zwei Minuten gedauert und war wohl mehr eine Formsache...

Well rested, I started my trip 3 o'clock in the morning. My first stop was the famous terminal 5 in London Heathtrow. I hope you already know it from the news?! And here starts the first problem. I stayed there for five hours and was pretty hungry and thirsty, but they only take british pounds. Of course, I only have euros and us-dollars. No problem, there are a lot of money exchange counters. Just a little problem, to buy a sandwhich I must not only pay six euros for the sandwhich, no, I must also pay nearly the same amount for money changing.

So, the first fight is won and the hungery is defeated. I'm still thirsty, because the hungry-fight was too expensive.

I have my laptop and some nice movies with me, so I can kill pretty easy the five hours. After a little bit of searching I find some outlets, because my laptop will not do five hours without one. But, not one is working! I thought I was pretty well prepared with travel-plug-adapter, but Terminal 5 shows me how reality works. In my opinion there are two possibilities: They built these shitty new terminal so badly that the outlets didn't work or they paid so much money to build it, that they can't pay their electricity bills!

But, I'm not me if I can't resolve this problem. After a while I find a working one. The only problem is that it is far away from a seat, so I must sit on the cold stones (not really an option for five hours) and it is directly beside a service-door and every five minutes an airport-worker goes in or out. Everytime the door closes with a loud bang and after that, big alarm noise sounds. I think the alarm is to warn the people, that some seconds ago the door closed so loud.

Gut ausgeschlafen begann ich meine kleine Reise um 3 Uhr morgens. Zuerst ging es nach London Heathrow, zum aus den Nachrichten bekannten und mittlerweile weltberühmten Terminal 5. Und wie sollte es auch anders sein, ereignete sich dort das erste kleine Problem. Ich war hungrig und durstig und sollte da fünf Stunden rumhängen. Leider konnte man überall nur mit britischen Pfund bezahlen und ich hatte nur Euro und US-Dollar. Na ja, kein Problem, alle zwei Meter gab es einen Geldwechsler und nach kurzer Nachfrage hatte ich auch schon rausgefunden, das ich dank günstiger Wechselgebühren für das umgerechnet sechs Euro teure Sandwhich nur knapp das doppelte zahlen muß.

Nachdem ich den Sieg über den Hunger so teuer erkauft hatte, entschied ich mich den Kampf gegen den Durst erst einmal sein zu lassen.

Zu meiner Zerstreuung und um die fünf Stunden totzuschlagen hatte ich die brilliante Idee meinen Laptop mit ein paar guten Filmen zu betanken und mich dann am Flughafen an irgendeine Steckdose zu setzen und mich berieseln zu lassen. Leider funktionierten alle von mir ausprobierten Steckdosen nicht. Ich persönlich habe dazu ja zwei mögliche Theorien: Entweder ist das eines der Dinge die sie beim Bau nicht hinbekommen haben oder der ganze Bau war so teuer, das sie ihre Stromrechnung nicht bezahlt haben.

Aber, ich wäre nicht ich, wenn ich nicht auch dieses Problem gelöst hätte. Nach langem Suchen hatte ich dann endlich eine funktionierende Steckdose gefunden. Leider lag sie fernab jeder Sitzgelegenheit und fünf Stunden auf dem kalten Steinboden sitzen ist nicht der beste Plan. Außerdem war sie direkt neben einer Wartungstür und alle paar Minuten ging da Flughafen-Personal ein und aus. Jedesmal gab es einen ohrenbetäubenden Knall wenn sich die Tür schloß und anschließend ertönte eine Alarmsirene für einige Sekunden, vermutlich um die Menschen in der Umgebung zu warnen, das gerade eine Tür zugeknallt ist.

In der kurzen Zeit die ich erst hier bin, habe ich schon einige Sachen herausgefunden. Erstens: Ich habe kein Zimmer mit Aussicht. Ich bin mir nicht einmal sicher, ob ich mein eigenes Zimmer habe, weil ich aus meinem Zimmer direkt in das Zimmer meines Nachbarn gucken kann und die beiden sind nur 1m voneinander entfernt und wenn wir beide das Fenster aufhaben, ist es als wenn wir uns ein Zimmer teilen. Zweitens: Die Amerikaner benutzen "Antihaft Kochspray" und "Pfannenspray mit Buttergeschmack" um Eierkuchen zu machen. Drittens: Ich sollte abends nicht in jede Richtung von meinem Wohnort aus gehen. In einer Gegend waren verdammt viele seltsame Leute auf der Straße. Häufig wurde ich angequatscht, sie haben irgendwas, das für mich wie "shine" klang zu mir gesagt. Vermutlich wollten sie mir Drogen verkaufen, aber ehrlich gesagt weiß ich nicht, was sie von mir wollten. Sicherheitshalber werde ich abends nicht mehr in diese Gegend gehen. Eventuell probier ich es tagsüber nochmal. 

Yesterday I did some tourist stuff: I visited the Golden Gate Bridge and Haight-Ashbury (the famous Hippie-Part of SF) with a group from the hostel . Unfortunately I spend too much time in the sun and got a sun-burn.
The girl from the Hostel who guided us to the city walk told us that there are no bad neighbourhoods in San Francisco. Beside the Tenderloin - good to know, because my street is on the north border of Tenderloin. Now I know why I always uncomfortable in the area south of my place.
So today, I decided to stay as much in the shadow as possible. First I visited the Financial District and South of Market, because there are a lot of skyscrapers, so it was no problem to stay in the shade. After this I was in the Golden Gate Park. Every sunday a big part of the John F Kennedy Drive is completely closed for cars, so bikers, skaters and joggers conquer the street. Very cool and relaxed atmpsphere. Instantly I was annoyed that I left my inline skates in the hostel. So I took a little walk and I discovered a very cool thing: Lindy in the Park - Free Swing Dancing Every Sunday in Golden Gate Park. It was amazing what a cool party it was just in the park. Such a happy and relaxed atmosphere - unbelievable. Now I have the problem that every sunday two very cool things happen: The closed JFK Drive where I want to skate and the Lindy in the Park.

Gestern habe ich ein wenig Touristenkram abgeklappert: Mit einer Gruppe aus meinm Hostel besuchte ich die Golden Gate Brücke und Haight-Ashbury (das berühmte Hippie-Viertel San Franciscos). Unglücklicherweise habe ich mir dabei gleich erstmal einen Sonnenbrand eingefangen. Unsere Führerin erzählte uns, das es in San Francisco eigentlich keine schlechten Gegenden gibt - außer Tenderloin. Das ist gut zu wissen, dann meine Straße bildet die nördliche Grenze von Tenderloin. Jetzt weiß ich endlich, warum ich mich im südlich meines Wohnortes immer unwohl fühle.

Aufgrund meines Sonnenbrands versuchte ich heute soviel Zeit wie möglich im Schatten zu verbringen. Zuerst besichtigte ich den Financial District und South of Market (Soma), weil dort sehr viele Hochhäuser stehen, so das es kein Problem ist im Schatten zu bleiben.

Danach ging ich in den Golden Gate Park. Dort wird jeden Sonntag ein Großteil des John-F-Kennedy-Drives komplett für Autos gesperrt und Radfahrer, Skater und Jogger erobern die Straße. Dort herrscht eine sehr angenehme, entspannte und fröhliche Atmosphäre. Sofort habe ich mich geärgert, das ich meine Inline Skates im Hostel gelassen habe. Also lief ich ein bißchen herum und entdeckte eine megacoole Sache: Swing im Park - gratis Swing tanzen jeden Sonntag im Golden Gate Park. Unheimlich geil, was für eine coole Party einfach so im Park unter freiem Himmel. Jetzt habe ich das Problem das jeden Sonntag zwei Dinge stattfinden die ich gerne besuchen möchte: Inline Skaten auf dem geschlossen JFK-Drive und Swing im Park.

Breakfast is always an adventure. A room full of kiddies who are away from home for the first time and who try to make pancakes, usually the first time in their lives. What they create looks very funny. If you saw the movie "The Blob" you can imagine how their pancakes look. I would like do take some pictures of this morning event, but I they will understand it wrong if I make pictures of their blobs - I mean pan cakes.

Frühstück ist immer ein Abenteuer. Ein Raum voller Kids, scheinbar das erste Mal alleine weg von zu Hause und versuchen ebenfalls das erste mal in ihrem Leben Eierkuchen zu machen. Es sieht so witzig aus, was sie teilweise in ihrem Bratpfannen fabrizieren. Falls Du den Film "Der Blob" gesehen hast, kannst Du Dir vorstellen, wie ihre Eierkuchen aussehen. Ich würde gerne morgens mal ein paar Fotos von diesem Ereignis schiessen, aber ich denke der eine oder andere könnte das in den falschen Hals bekommen, wenn ich seine Blobs, ich meine Eierkuchen, fotografiere.
In der Küche gibt es zwei riesige Waschbecken und beide sind komplett gefüllt mit dreckigem Geschirr und über den Waschbecken ist ein Schild "Bitte wascht Euer Geschirr ab". So, jeder Morgen geht damit los, erst einmal die nötigen Frühstücksutensilien abzuwaschen und eine Pfanne zu suchen die wenigens noch ein bißchen der Antihaft-Beschichtung hat.

...but there are a lot of clouds, cold and fog.

On Saturday we started a little road trip from San Francisco to Big Sur. In San Francisco it was very nice weather with a lot of sun. We picked up our third passenger in San Bruno and there it was very cold and foggy. At our next stop in Santa Cruz it was very hot and sunny. Then at our destination, Big Sur, it was again very cold and stormy and every kilometer it changed from cloudy to sunny and back.

Enough worries about the weather. Santa Cruz is a nice place, but at the beach there is too much tourist stuff. In Big Sur there are a lot of nice views, but we always just stopped a short moment in a parking lot, jumped out of the car, took some pictures and then jumped back in the car, because it was so cold and windy.

...doch es gibt viele Wolken, Regen und Kälte.

Am Samstag starteten wir zu einem kleinen Ausflug von San Francisco zu Big Sur. In San Francisco war herrliches Sommerwetter, dann haben wir unsere dritte Begleiterin in San Bruno eingesammelt und dort war es arschkalt und nebelig. An unserer dritten Station, Santa Cruz, war dann wieder herrliches Hochsommerwetter und dann am Ziel, Big Sur angekommen, war das Wetter wieder sehr kalt und stürmisch und jeden Kilometer wechselte es von sonnig zu bewölkt und zurück.

Genug über das Wetter geschimpft. Santa Cruz ist ein sehr schöner Ort, aber mit viel zu viel Touristenkram am Strand. In Big Sur gibt es einige traumhafte Aussichten, doch wir stoppten immer nur für einen kurzen Moment, spragen aus dem Auto, machten ein paar Fotos und spragen dann zurück in das warme Auto, weil es draußen so kalt und stürmisch war.

After one week it's time to do a first inventory.

It's very nice here. I really like to be here. I like the city, I know some nice people, I like the school and the teachers and what I don't like is at least okay. So there is nothing that bothers me.

But, I think four weeks is to short to make big steps. The problem is just that I'm time pupil, tourist and a young guy who wants to go out in the evening, all at the same. So, there is not enough time to pratice the stuff from the school by myself. Beside that, I think I will learn some stuff, but for big steps the time is just to short. I met a guy from Korea and he has been here three months already and for him it is boring in San Francisco. I think this is perfect for studying a language, because than you have time to review the school stuff in the evening.

Beside that I think it is very interesting that the stuff which I learn in school confuses me sometimes if I speak. Because, in the past I just spoke and made a lot of mistakes. But now, often I think "is this countable or not, so should I use 'much' or 'many'?" or "did this begin in the past and is it still running or just in the past, so should I use 'simple past' or 'present progressive'?". I think the problem is not, that the stuff from the school confuses me, the problem is that the rules in english are so ambigous. So it is often in the eye of the beholder if something is countable or not or if it is simple past or countinous past.

Nach einer Woche ist es Zeit ein erstes Resumee zu ziehen.

Es ist wirklich toll hier. Ich mag es wirklich hier zu sein. Ich mag die Stadt, ich kenne ein paar nette Leute, ich mag die Schule und die Lehrer und alles was ich nicht so sehr mag ist wenigstens okay. Es gibt also eigentlich nichts, das mich wirklich stört.

Aber, ich denke, das vier Wochen viel zu kurz sind um hier große Schritte zu tun. Das Problem ist einfach, das ich zur selben Zeit Schüler, Tourist und jemand bin der Abends gerne mal ausgeht. Es ist einfach nicht genug Zeit vorhanden den Kram aus der Schule zu wiederholen. Ich denke ich lerne schon ein paar Sachen hier, aber für große Schritte ist die Zeit einfach zu kurz. Ich habe hier einen Typen aus Korea kennen gelernt der schon seit drei Monaten hier ist und der findet es hier mittlerweile langweilig und ich denke das ist perfekt um hier eine Sprache zu lernen, denn dann hat man genug Zeit den Schulkram alleine nochmal aufzuarbeiten.

Ich finde es sehr interessant, das der Kram den ich in der Schule lerne mich in letzter Zeit immer häufiger verwirrt, wenn ich mich unterhalte. Früher habe ich einfach geredet, einfach Vokabeln aneinander gereit und dabei mit Sicherheit viele Fehler gemacht. Aber jetzt, denke ich häufiger über das nach, was ich sage "ist das zählbar oder nicht, so muß ich 'much' oder 'many' sagen?" oder "ist das etwas das in der Vergangenheit begann und noch aktiv ist oder geschah es einfach nur in der Vergangenheit, so muß ich 'simple past' oder 'present progressive' nutzen?". Ich denke das Problem ist nicht, das ich den Kram in der Schule nicht verstehe, das Problem ist, das viele Regeln so uneindeutig sind. Oft liegt es im Auge des Betrachters ob etwas zählbar ist oder ob es 'simple past' oder 'present continous' ist.

I have two phone numbers in the states. One is in my room, it's +1 415 359 1809 and then an operator machine will ask you for the room number and it's 505. The other number is my mobil number and it's +1 415 97 29 149. Please don't forget that it is 9 hours earlier in San Francisco than in the Germany. To check what time is now in San Francisco try weltzeit.de and look for Los Angeles.

My german mobile phone number is now not activ.

Ich habe zwei Telefonnummern in den Staaten. Die eine ist die von dem Telefon in meinem Zimmer: +1 415 359 1809 und dann wird nach der Raumnummer gefragt und die ist 505. Die andere ist meine Handynummer: +1 415 97 29 149. Bitte vergesst nicht, das es in San Francisco neun Stunden früher ist als in Deutschland. Um die aktuelle Uhrzeit in San Francisco herauszufinden einfach auf weltzeit.de nachschauen, wie spät es in Los Angeles gerade ist.

Meine deutsche Handynummer ist zur Zeit nicht erreichbar.

...in San Francisco is that there is a big gap between rich and poor people. There are so many homeless people here, it is unbelievable. Just go down Powell Street and really every ten meters is a guy who just begs for money or plays an instrument to get money. But, what should I do? It is just not possible for me to help them. If I give everyone a buck I will lose about 10 to 20 bucks everytime I go out, so it will be maybe 50 bucks a day. If I cross the Tenderloin I can easily double this amount. But I think it will not help these people if I give them a buck!

Only some blocks away, the financial district begins and there are so many people who look like they earn some money. And these two groups live together in the same city, but in two different worlds. Why is it not possible for the American society to take care of the homeless?

...is that the Americans start chats with unknown people. I think this form of open mindedness is something we really can learn from this culture. They just wait for the bus and you see that someone asks someone else when the bus comes and after this they start to speak the whole time in the bus as if they were old friends and just met accidentily at the bus station.

One day I was inline skating in Golden Gate Park and there was this good place with great pavement at 6^th Street. There was a guy who I have seen there often and after some minutes I chatted with him about the differences between the skates nights in Europe and here. He gave me some tips for good places for inline skating and in general it was a very nice chat. I really enjoyed it.

On the same day in the evening I went to a theater. There was me and another guy waiting alone in the foyer and some minutes later we had a great chat about the improv theater scene in San Francisco.

It is strange, because you can do things alone here, but normally you are not alone for a long time.

Okay, exceptions confirm the rules, because I've been sitting here for about an hour and writing these words and drinking my beer alone and I haven't met new friends. But maybe it is just because I'm sitting behind my laptop which builds a kind of wall. I think if I were sitting at the bar I would now be having an interesting discussion about whatever.

On Saturday I went to the Kaboom festival organized by the local radio station Kfog. And in short words it was amazing, really amazing and I don't mean the American use of the word amazing, I really mean the German amazing.

First there were some concerts of bands which I'd never heard before. Unfortunately the first band was the best and the last one was a little bit too boring. But this was fortunate, because it was so cold so we walked around as the band played. As the band ended and the fireworks started we were standing in a place directly at the water with a perfect view of the fireworks and this was just great, like I already described above. It was the best fireworks show I've ever seen. Maybe it's just because I haven't seen very many professional fireworks in my life, but I really enjoyed it.

The tiny video maybe gives you a little impression, but it's only a short moment of the fireworks, the colors are not great, it's very tiny, you can't see how huge it really was and you can't feel the bass, but maybe you will get a little impression.

Beside this we experimented a lot with food. We tried Fried Twinkies, Corn Dogs and burnt meat on a stick. Very funny, a little bit like an American version of the "Grüne Woche" in Berlin.

There are many little moments here which are very memorable. I know that I wrote before that I hate that there are so many musicans on the streets. But the problem is not the number of musicians, the problem is the poverty.

One day as I came from the movies there was this great band that played on the pavement. They played really good music and there was a large audience, so that some must stand on the street. A lot of people from the audience gave money, mainly notes. Me too. I gave 20 bucks and took one of their CDs. Unfortunately my laptop has no CD drive so I can't listen to the CD here. But this was a very cool experience just to stay after the movies on the sidewalk and enjoy this "free" concert.

On another day there was a jazz concert in Union Square as the cable car passed the place the driver rang the bell in concert with the music. Very cool.

I've now been here for two weeks and I decided to review my stay every weekend, so I will do this now again.

The second week was not so good. The girl from Austria left us and with her our group split up. It seems like she was the middle of our group and kept us together. The new guys who joined our class last Tuesday are not really interested in social contacts. Maybe not in general, but not with me. So, sometimes I feel alone. Because of this I've been going inline skating and to the movies a lot and sometimes I reviewed the irregular verbs. It's unbelievable, but I really wrote nearly 200 irregular verbs on little cards and practiced them at home and on the bus. Just the attempt to pratice them in the Golden Gate Park ended up with me just lying in the sun. Maybe someone will remember that I wrote in my last review that this was exactly what I wanted, but I think I don't like this extrem either.

School this week was bad too. We only got new German students, so we are now nearly 50% Germans in this school. The whole week some teachers were absent, so they combined classes and I had classes with about 20 people and only an emergency program. Try to imagine how much you can speak in a 120 minutes conversation class with 20 people. I think the teacher will speak half of the time and if you split the rest of the time every pupil can speak maybe three minutes. This doesn't really help you improve your conversation skills.

Last Friday I saw great improvisation theater. For me tt was the third time in an improv theater in San Francisco and the show was just unbelievable good. In the first half the three actors did "normal" improv theater and it was already really good. A lot of great stories, only a few bad scenes and not so much jokes, but still funny. But in the second half they improvised a complete, so far didn't shot, movie. The audience made three proposals for titles and voted then for the titles and after this they improvised the complete movie.

I already saw Loose Moose and I heard that they are the best improv group. Now I heard that 3 For All is the best. I don't agree completely, because it is difficult to compare them. Loose Moose does more funny improv and 3 for all does more story improv. But I think at least that 3 For All is so good as Loose Mose. The improv group was so good that I visited the show at saturday again although I had already plans for the evening and it was amazing again.

The last two weeks were very nice. I tried to see all the stuff which I want to see in San Francisco before I leave. I think I did my job pretty well. I visited the Cable Car Museum, the Coin Tower, the Post Card Row, Twin Peaks, Lombard St, North Beach, Mission District and Alcatraz. In a nutshell I did everyday something touristic and for this reason I had not enough time for my regularly inline skating in Golden Gate Park and my cinema visits. To compensate my lack of sport I went to Bay to Breakers very early on sunday morning. Bay to Breakers is a strange event. I would describe it as a mixture of Love Parade, marathon and carnival. Actually it is a race which crosses San Francisco from the east (bay) to the west (breakers). A lot of people take it serious and start at 8 a.m. or so with little numbers on their bodys like a marathon. But, even more take it not serious and just walk the distance in funny costumes or naked, drinking and joking with friends. So, we were an international group focussed around some mexican americans, pushing a huge barrel of beer in front of us, because it is very important that you don't dry up in a so long race in sunny California. Useless to say that we don't run the race, but we alternate the person who must push the cake (barrel of bear), so we have more than enough exercises at this day. The first half of the race was very funny. The weather was good, we saw so many funny costumes, drink some beer and had a lot of fun. Unfortunately the second half was not so funny. We lost the half of our group, most of the people were much too drunken and the weather was getting colder and colder. But, in general it was a great "must see" and funny day.
My last two weeks in school were okay. I think I learned some stuff. And in my exit test I had sensational 3% more than in my placement test four weeks before. What a big progress in only four weeks. But I don't believe in multiple choice tests, so, I don't care.

There must be a curse about California or about me. Everytime, if I leave San Francisco the weather is bad. I don't want to complain about the weather, but how is it possible that it rains a whole day in the summer in California? I heard there is a 0.3% chance of rain in the summer in California.
In my last week I want to do a little road trip through California. I rented in the internet at the Enterprise website the smallest and cheapest car - two doors, no radio. But unfortunately they have only bigger cars as I arrived to pick my car up, so I could choose beetween five cars with four doors and with radio. The biggest one was a really huge black pick up truck - very cool. It would be cool to take this one, but we decided to take a car which needs not so much gasoline. Because it is here actually a big topic that the gasoline is so unbelievable expensive. They pay approximately 0,5 Euro per liter - so, the excitement in the american media is very funny for me. So I chose a very cool Chevy which lokes like a copy of the Chrysler PT Cruiser - naturally not so cool.
On the first weekend I drove with two girls from my school to the Yosemite national park. I think normally is it pretty beautiful there, but it rained the whole day and it was very cold. So, the grey sky fucked our photos up and the cold and the rain fucked us up. So we "enjoyed" our day in Yosemite freezing and wet all over. Fortunately our motel had a non-heated pool, which we didn't enjoy too. And as we left Yosemite the weather was again typical California - very sunny.
So, I brought back the girls to San Francisco and picked up my travel companion for the rest of the week. First we drove only to Monterey, because it was already late. At the next day we drove to Los Angeles and then to Long Beach for the night. Long Beach is very nice and we enjoyed it very much. At the next day we drove back to downtown Los Angeles, to Beverly Hills and Hollywood. Everything was okay, but nothing special. Especially the Walk of Fame was disappointing. I thought the Walk of Fame is a nice and beautiful street, like you know it from the famous streets of other cities, but to be honest, it was ugly. So, we left L.A. in the afternoon to drove to PB (Pacific Beach, San Diego). In PB we stayed two nights and it was just very cool. It is a nice beach, with a nice way along the beach - very good for inline skating - and a lot of nice bars for the night. It is really like in Baywatch in PB, not without reason we heard in North California, that the most beautiful girls in the world are in South California.
After some warnings about killing and kidnapping we decided not to go to Tijuna, and enjoyed instead a second night in the bars of PB.
The way back was just millions of hours in the car. The only special thing was, that I fortunately didn't get a tattoo in Modesto. We met this guy in a bar who makes tattoos and visited with him some other bars. On the way we visited also his tatoo shop and I though it would be a great idea to have a smiley tattoo on the shoulder. He said it is not a big thing, he can make a little smiley immediately. Fortunately I decided, that if the idea is so great as I thought in this moment, than it will be tommorow, if I'm sober, still brilliant. So we left the shop without any tattoos.
Back in San Francisco, I enjoyed my last two days in my loved San Francisco, among other things with the visit of the SFMOMA (San Francisco Museum of Modern Art) and than I left San Francisco a bit sad.

Terminal 5 is still a funny thing. Now they show in the airplane tutorial videos about, "how to handle Terminal 5". Unfortunately it only describes things like "If you want to go to Gate A, follow the Gate A signs. If you want to go to Terminal 4, follow the Terminal 4 signs". The really important things, like, if you come with a British Airways flight and you will leave with a British Airways flight, than you must get in the line where a big sign with "only for passengers which don't arrived with British Airways" is - I must figure out alone.
They still have the problem here that there is no electricity in the sockets at public places. I saw a guy disconnecting a departure/arrival display to get electricity for his laptop. I'm sitting at this moment in a Starbucks, because there is a working socket and drink a bad and maybe overprized hot chocolate. Is 3,50 pound a lot? I don't know. I'm still in the dollar feeling and there is 3,50 okay.
Can anyone explain me, why Great Britian is not in the European Monetary Union? It bothers me that it is so complicated to buy here something. I don't know the exchange rate from british pound to real money, but I feel bad, if I give 20$ for a sandwhich and they give me 3,70 pound back. It feels like I paid 16,30$ for a sandwhich. What is a lot, especially, if you are accustomed to american prices. Normally I've never paid more than 5$ for a whole lunch.
But I don't want to complain the whole time, than here is not everything bad. In some things Great Britain is very up-to-date. In the USA I didn't found an automatic condom vendor in the restrooms, so it makes totally sense, that they have so much tenage pregnancies. But here, you just go to the airport restroom and you find an automatic vendor which sells, vibrating cock rings, condoms, headache tablets and mint drops for a fresh breath. I don't know why I should need all this stuff on the airport, but if I want to join the skyclub (I hope the club is really called skyclub and you know what I mean) then I can buy here in the men restroom really everything what I need to join the club. I can prepare my breathe to ask my seat neighbour if she is already a skyclub member. If she says no, but she hasn't interest because of her headache, than I can offer her a headache tablet. If we join in the restroom of the airplane, we can use the condoms to protect us and the vibrating cock ring to increase our pleasure. If we were in the Staates, where everywhere is a sign, that something is forbidden or a warning, than would be on the automatic vendor a sign: "only for ground use".
The other very modern thing here is the multi-faith-room. That is what I call multi-cultural. I was attempt to sleep in the multi-faith-room, because it was quite and empty, but I was not shure if someone will believe me, that it is necessary in my religion to sleep while I pray. Unfortunately I didn't check the sockets in the multi-faith-room.

I was only five weeks in San Francisco. This was a very short time and passed over very fast. So, there are a lot of things which I will do next time, if I come back. First, in San Francisco, I still must visit the Fire Department Museum and near SF Sausalito. Lake Tahoe and the Cameron Airpark I missed too. And to PB I must come back too. For a Segway drive I should find time too.

Just going to school and speaking most of the time only with people who speaks as bad english as myself makes not so much sense. Fortunately, in my class was a girl from the Ukrain, who was an english teacher at home and a girl who already lived in San Francisco for a half year and went here to the college for a semester. So I had to good schoolmates, who corrected me sometimes and explained me my repeating mistakes. But, this is not normal, as I saw in the other classes. Especially it is bad if you have 50% germans in the school. I hat it, that it happens thousand times in San Francisco that I only must say one sentence and than the people already know that I'm from Germany. So, it is not very helpful if you hear the whole day people with much stronger german accent than mine. Yes, I know, that is hard to imagine, but we had some guys in the school who spoke with a so hard german accent english, that even I heard the accent.

A good plan for the next time is maybe to take one or two months english classes and then do two or three months an internship. My school works with some companies together, to make this possible. And last but not least, I need next time, more time to see California.