Let me take you to....Chinatown!

This guy greeted me at the gates of Chinatown...what a nice guy....

This was a family of Nebraskans that I was spying on. They were willing to adopt us, but they said they were returning home, so we decided to pass...

Professor Wang's...heh-heh-heh...

Prisoner #34 escapes

In case you were wondering, we did manage to escape the Rock successfully. How did we do it? Bit by bit, we chipped through the wall at night smuggling the bits of concrete out to the recreation field by day. Once we cut through the wall, we ran down the adjacent hallway and slid through the air vents to the cliffs outside.

There, we ran into a small problem. IF we can even get down this cliff, how are we going to get across the bay?


Enter Hans & Franz:

Hans & Franz had flown up from the Castro district to spend the afternoon on the sunny cliffs and determined that they could arrange to carry us across the bay and drop us off on their way back through San Francisco. It was so kind of them!

Jeff described in two words...

Prisoner #34

Here's a few pics of our digs while on The Rock:


It wasn't much, but we called it home:

Oh crap

Fellow Huskers will agree...we are ones to abide by the law. We just don't like to mess with the idea of being sent to the slammer. I now see why.

Dear readers, it seems that when we deplaned in the great city of San Francisco, both Buford and I were a little tired and not paying attention to the signs. So, you guess it, we piled down on this bench to get some rest when the cops came and hauled us off. (Hence the lack of postings the past few months.)
So we were thrown on a boat and shipped out to this place that looks vaguely familiar.


The closer we came to the island, a chill came over us. This is not going to end pretty and there is will be no escaping this rock. That, and apparently only Indians are welcome, which I find incredibly ironic.


More postings on this saga are yet to come.