Regular world (even at an international oriented youth hostel) is not quite as great as hiking world. It's cool, but there's something really special about the bonds formed with other hikers, the instant social interaction and trust. Something cool is there that I don't feel as strongly here at the youth hostel.
I got a ride to the train, took the train to another train, and had a ten minute walk to the hostel. I immediately did laundry and layed down on bed number 7 out of 10 in the room. I lock my possessions on a small locker. I tried talking to some people in the elevator but that didn't go so well. They were nice, but didn't feel that instant connection with them at all. There was a wall.
To ease the odd wall situation, it turns out that Buckeye, a PCT hiker, is actually right in the next bunk over. We enjoyed conversing about the trail and it's nice to feel the trail comradery I was talking about before.
There are a few of the other bunkmates that are pretty cool too. Two are recent grad student graduates travelling around the country looking at different architecture. One is from Australia touring America and another from Ireland.
Sadly, I couldn't eat dinner. I tried, but failed. It appears I have a bacterial infection of some sort. I looked it up online and Im trying to resolve the issue. I'm limping from my foot injury. The PCT kind of kicked my ass, haha. I also stand out very well with my hiking gear and shaved head. Pretty funny.
To continue the random collection of thoughts, I really think Im going to go on a cruise. They're cheap as hell which is awesome. This place has a great location, right in downtown San Diego. A very colorful and clean downtown. Off to sleep, hoping for rest tomorrow.