Well, the journey started monday the 20th october 2008 around 6 a.m.  I got up, took a shower, called a cab and then there was no turning back. I landed in Heathrow where I had to wait for 3 hours, so I ate a snack and bough me a new camera with what I will document pictures and upload on this blog. 
The flight from Heathrow to San Francisco was about 11 hours long and it went pretty quick. The only thing is, I sat between 3 people in the middle row section and it was kinda hard to go to the toilet when everyone was sleeping. (I kinda felt like Elaine in Seinfeld). I really had a bad stomach, you know the kind when you have gas and the "air" inside is really painful. Feels like someone is giving you an uppercut and I didn't dare let it go since there was this cute girl sitting next to me with her hot mom. So I kinda sat sideways getting ready to fart against the American who sat on the other side of me, but when I tried to let it go, it went right back in again. 
Then came the snack and I though to myself shit. But the positive thing was that he woke up and I could sneak out after the snack...and I did. When I locked my ass in the toilet, I farted the most silent, but yet longest fart ever made in the history of mankind. Lovely. 
Right after that we were ready to land the plane. I was excited and thought to myself that this is not happening, I am not going to spend 2 months in S.F.. It was (still is) unrealistic for me. I took the train from the Airport and when I got off all I saw where bums begging for money mixed with a few asian tourists. Remember, I am traveling with my pink suitcase. I finally found the hostel. 
I found out my roommate was french so I got the chance to use my french as well as my English. (The sad thing is that I don't remember his name, maybe it was Pierre?)
I logged on to my computer and wrote to Hollie Stevens, the main attraction of my project. We agreed to meet up the 21th october for drinks. I then went out to have something to eat. I was exhausted. I came back and wanted to go to bed, but before going to sleep I just had to check out my mails. Then Hollie had sent me a mail wich said: 
"You want to catch a cab to Cha Cha Cha's located in the mission. It's on 2327 Mission St (between 19th St & 20th St). Meet at 9:45? Does that sounds cool?"
There I met Hollie and one of her clown friends worked there. We all chatted about all kinds of subjects and had a few drinks to many...