So... downtown Portland. It's pretty much how downtown of a proper city is. 

When I said yesterday that I was going to explore what I really meant was get lost and fall over on the side of the road due to sunburn and heavy as hell bag. Ended up in a hospital, and after a few hours where I got to play Castlevania:Dawn of Sorrow the Doctors/nurses/a councillor got me a city bus ticket and the funds to get a greyhound ticket to Olympia. However due to problems with time and buses I ended up lost with no idea where I was walking. In my less than rational state I spotted a fire truck. However the truck was moving to leave.

My mind did the first thing that came to it, I fell. After the first wave of questions, "Are you drunk? What year is it? Who is president?" They got me on a ambulance.

Ended up at a different hospital. After a great deal of stress on my part they got me directions to the Greyhound, another city bus ticket, and a taxi to take me to a homeless youth center.

The bed, while thin, was pleasant. Now I'm in a McDonalds using the wifi to talk to you lot, because a bus I'm boarding to get to the Greyhound station doesn't come for an hour.

Well, I'll be on my way. Suppose next time I talk/type to all of you I'll be in Olympia. Or the fancy wifi greyhounds. Either way, I'm off. To Gold and Glory.