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San Francisco

The San Francisco hostel shares its space with the bus line headquarters. It is located at 494 Broadway in North Beach, close to Chinatown. Similar to the hostel in Seattle, Washington (see below), it has free dinners three nights a week, live music every Sunday, free internet and free daily breakfast, hermit crab racing and free beer every Thursday, and guided pub crawls every Friday. It operates 365 days a year, has more than 40 rooms with over 200 beds, and is typically filled to capacity.

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