Seattle, Wash., USA, day 1

pike placeI arrived in Seattle yesterday after a lovely ride up from Portland on the Bolt Bus, which is a regional bus service operated by Greyhound (but waaaaaay nicer). You can get tickets for anywhere from $1–16, depending on how early you book your ticket. They are able to charge less because they don’t have a station; they just pick you up on a street corner. Like Megabus in the Southwest. I highly recommend it.

I checked in to the Green Tortoise Hostel, which is spitting distance from Pike Place Market. It’s pretty nice, though it is much larger and less personal than the Portland Hostel. I am in an eight-room dorm, with bunkbeds jammed in like you’re in the navy or some shit, but you can close the curtains all the way around and you have your own light and outlet, so you can make it like your own cave.

Then there are the bathrooms—the shower is just a spigot in the ceiling with no curtain or anything.

See the shower up in the lefthand corner?

See the shower up in the lefthand corner?

It all feels very military. Except without all the guns and murder and push-ups and stuff. No one has made me drop and give them 20 yet.

Oh, and they probably get a lot of sailors here, judging by the vending machine…

vending

Last night I had a couple of pints with a guy named Johannes who thought it was hilarious that a restaurant would advertise that they use “fresh ingredients.” (Like, what else would they use?) and he didn’t understand why restaurants would have signs out front that just say “We serve great food.” He says you would never see that in Germany. I suppose the Germans are more precise with their advertising.

Today, I partook of one of the best things about hostels—cheap and free tours. I went on the “Famous Dead Guy Tour” of Seattle.

the lees

Kurt Cobain's house

Kurt Cobain’s house

The bench outside Kurt's house, where he supposedly sat and composed songs.

The bench outside Kurt’s house, where he supposedly sat and composed songs.

JImi Hendrix's grave and memorial, which is in the most suburban stripmall-type town you can possibly imagine.

JImi Hendrix’s grave and memorial, which is in the most suburban stripmall-type town you can possibly imagine.

Even in death, Jimi still gets the ladies. And the dudes, probably.

Even in death, Jimi still gets the ladies. And the dudes, probably.

The memorial includes these cool writings in Jimi’s own hand…

angel

And we saw the original “black hole sun” sculpture. So I’ve had THAT fucking song in my head all day. Thanks a lot, Soundgarden.

black hole sunThen we ate a shit-ton of Indian food at Mayuri Indian Restaurant, a place that all the Microsoft employees liked SO much that they opened another location inside the Microsoft campus.

indian buffet

I may hate their computers, but I love their taste in food.

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