might have been any subway because there was nothing to see out of the windows.  A       
 couple of stations later Matthew announced that we were about to go underneath the     
 bay, on the styalised map of the system in the train it didn't seem far but it took      
 long enough and the train picked up a lot of speed as we went.  For some reason there
 was a strong pressure build up and it seemed more as if we were going up rather          
 quickly than going down underneath the bay.  I suppose that the speed we built up in     
 the tunnel had something to do with it but anyhow the sensation was rather unpleasant
 and I was glad when we pulled into the next station.                                     
                                                       BART hasn't been completed yet     
 so, instead of riding straight through to Berkeley we had to change over  to another      
 line.  By this time we had emerged from the, ground and were standing on a station       
 up in the air in what appeared to be one of the industrial parts of the city.            
 Everything was dry and hot and there wasn't too much to look at.  Our new train          
 came and took us once again underground.  Even though the trains are run by computer     
 there is a man up the front to make sure that nothing goes wrong and apart from that     
 he also tells passengers over the pa system which station is next.  He announced         
 Berkeley and we had arrived.                                                             
                               Getting out of a station is almost as much fun as getting
 in. 'Once more you stick your ticket into the gate and it inspects it.  It looks at      
 the name of the station you got on at and  deducts  the correct amount from the          
 value of your ticket before it lets you leave the station.  If you don't have            
 enough money on your ticket I'm not quite sure what happens (since it didn't happen      
 to us) but there were a different sort of ticket machine around called Adfare so I       
 suppose you used one of them.                                                            
                                The Berkeley station is a good one, from platform         
 level there is a long escalator which carries you up through the dome in the roof        
 to the street.  So there we were at last in Berkeley, it looked just about like any      
 other street but Matthew was taking us to Telegraph Avenue which was a short bus         
 ride away.  The attraction was the record shops which Matthew had made to seem like      
 a gold mine, and he wasn't far wrong.  I might have bought more records than I did       
 but I would have had trouble carrying them all.  And the prices were absolutely give     
 away, a copy of Britten's "The Burning Firey Furnace" for about three dollars (which     
 seemed a bit expensive where compared with the other prices we were paying) but it       
 would have cost at least six dollars back in Melbourne so I payed over with a big         
 smile on my face.  We looked also through countless book shops and were endlessly        
 tempted, but did not succumb, we didn't have arms enough.                                
                                                            We spent the afternoon        
 there and an exhausting afternoon it was.  instead of catching the bus back to the       
 station, we walked through the suburban streets with their little houses, it took        
 longer but we saw what lies beyond Telegraph Avenue.  The ride on BART back under the
 bay was just as exciting and just as unpleasant as before but there was a slight         
 hitch as we waited for our transfer.  The electronic sign indicated that the train was
 coming from the wrong direction but we supposed that the computer knew more about        
 what it was doing than we did.  The train arrived from the right direction though        
 and we, along with everybody else or. the platform wondered what was happening.  The     
 train didn't Seem to know either, it wasn't sure whether to open its doors or not        
 and in the end compromised by leaving them half open.  It moved up a bit and back a      
 bit before it came to a full stop.  Everybody stood around wondering what was           
 happening until a voice came over the pa system telling us to ignore the sign and        
 get on if we wanted to go back to San Francisco.  We did as suggested.  The computer
 must have felt sick.  Rut it got us there in the end.                                    
                                                                                         
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