Having requested the shuttle via live chat it was a matter of minutes before the ‘cookie bus’ arrived to whisk me to the hotel. You’d not mistake this for any other hotel!
Check-in was… suspiciously smooth. I waltzed in, did the whole passport shuffle, and before I knew it, they’d upgraded me to one of their executive rooms on the top floor. Perks of Hilton status, I suppose. A room so large I could start a small indoor cricket league.
Outside, San Jose was putting on a bit of a show: bright blue skies and a sun that seems determined to make up for all those cloudy UK days I left behind. It’s the kind of weather that made you want to do nothing but sip a cold drink in a shady spot, which was precisely my next step.
Once I’d finished faffing about unpacking and figuring out where to stash my toothbrush, I made a little trip to drop off my laundry, and, once my clothes were someone else’s problem, it was officially beer o’clock. 4 pm local time, but my body was convinced it’s 11 pm because I’m still running on good old GMT, it was one beer and time for bed.
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