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The arrival at the airport was as normal as can be expected with me.
Filling out some forms and then having to re-fill them out on differently colored paper, because I apparently took the wrong ones, I found my black suitcase and sports bag in a sea of black suitcases and sports bags and went on my merry way in search of a hotel shuttle station. Half of the re-filling-out-the-forms-process was done by the airport staff, because I-don’t-know-why, by the way.
Me and my trolley of baggage were following airport signs to get to the aforementioned shuttle bus station when, all of a sudden, our way was interrupted by an escalator. The signs were telling me to go up one floor, so, after making sure there was posted nothing that suggested I couldn’t take the trolley up the escalator, that is what I did. Safely standing on non-moving ground again I was preparing to go on and pushed my weight forward into the trolley’s handle to make it move. I pushed on the trolley’s handle behind which there was a big, bright yellow picture depicting all the things you were not supposed to do with it - they, of course, included going up the escalator.
Considering my breach of trolley protocol, it was lucky that there were no airport officials around, one floor up. Considering that the signs that had been leading me to the station naught but disappeared on that floor, it wasn’t.
Fortunately, I met the guy responsible for changing rubbish bin plastic bags who I perceived and perceive to be part of the airport’s staff, and asked him for the way. It seems that you are not supposed to talk to him as several people started staring, but he was way nicer than some people I have met during my time in SF.
At the top of the very nice people list is the Hawaiian couple you can see in the photos above. They arrived in the same plane - not the economy class though - as me and were waiting for a shuttle with me.
I’m tired after now; more SF stuff to come later. My fabulous stay here, so far, can be seen in the photos.
