"Okay, that'll be six dollars."
The clerk glanced back at me from behind the store counter, her weathered hand pointing to the terminal displaying the price.
I held up a cheap water bottle, one that I could have easily found in any store for less than ninety nine cents. The fact that I even found something that cheap in the store was already a dazzling task, and partly infuriating. But regardless of how angry I could get, or how long I could spend discussing the bloated prices -- I gave in. I needed a water bottle, and my recent run-in with a pine tree left me with only one container to hold life juice.
"Okay, fine. Here."
I gave up my hard earned money, and walked out of the store.
Oh well, life goes on!
The ride along the coast is beautiful. Along some stretches you are literally kissing the ocean, and in some you are a distant visitor -- but no matter where you are, you can never escape the sound of the waves.
With no cell phone reception, a sense of isolation sinks in. I sometimes found myself pushing to reach the other side of the hill, just because there might be civilization on the other side. I don't know why I thought this -- cars were driving past me literally the whole time.
I arrived in San Louis Obisbo two days ago, new photos to come.
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