You may have read that I needed to find alternate sleeping arrangements for the past week due to restrictions in the Chula Vista Marina rules and regulations. I chose to stay at the San Diego Downtown Hostel, in the heart of the Gas Lamp District. It’s been a not-soon-to-be-forgotten experience.
Getting to the Hostel, a Haiku
One Mile Walk to Rail
Seven Mile Rail to Downtown
Half Mile Walk Through Stench
Stench, another Haiku
Down trodden, scrounger, filth.
Toothless grins, angry outbursts.
Cardboard beds. Human.
Destination: Gas Lamp District, not a Haiku
A massive beehive of wriggling humanity, shuffling in search of the most fun, the best food, the loudest party, the biggest screen. Deep, thumping background bass keeps bodies bumping to the rhythm until early morning hours. Steady loud hum, laughter, streets jammed with cruising cars, motorized scooters, sidewalks crowded with dogs and their persons, mobs of people, booze is pouring, money is flowing
Sleep comes easily with a full belly, roof over my head and the background sounds of the urban jungle.
Morning, Reverse Order, a Haiku
Street cleaners refresh.
Night lifers sleep. Homeless search
For food, a coin, rest.
Oh yes, it was memorable, for sure.