Around The World In 80 Waves

I walk into the hostel I have found in Santa Barabara and am amused to find that half the pople I was hanging out in Santa Cruz with are here already. Once settled I go out for some beers with them but it isn’t a late night.

I wake up early the next morning and immediately bump into a lovely Swedish lady called Rebecca who has just flown in from Malmo and we get chatting straight away. Keen to impress with evidence of my travels I reach for my laptop and plug it into the power socket. The lights go out, there is a massive flash and I get a huge electric shock which in the process melts the prongs of my power adaptor. Now I look like Eddie Munster most mornings anyway but I swear I looked just like this bloke, having blown the fuses on the whole building. Thankfully I haven’t maimed myself and as you can tell by all the updates I have posted today my laptop seems to be ok too. However it was shocking, really shocking! 

When I point out that there is an issue with their electrics I can tell that the hostel are more concerned that I may be about to start litigation than they are about my well being. Such is life in the USA