You've got questions, I've got answers aplenty

Last post I mentioned the "No answering the phone" rule, prompting my friend Alicia to ask, "What are the rules?" You will find the answer below but first I just want to say that Alicia has one of the craziest bus experiences I've ever heard: A few years ago some dude pulled a gun out on the 38 and threatened her and her friend. They're ok. I don't remember what happened to the guy. Insane.

The Rules:

I'm the type of person that lives by many self-imposed rules so as such, this project is no different. Before I began I came up with some things that I decided I would absolutely not do, but now that I've started things are getting modified; however, the spirit of the law is what's important here.

First there are the technology rules: No cell phone and no iPod.

I need to bring my phone so I can tell time since I don't use a watch but I've vowed not to take calls while adventuring. The only reason I took a call on the J was because I had plans later in the day that needed to be discussed. I felt very bad for answering even though it was legitimate. I won't do it again.

Yes, I have an iPod. No, I did not break down and buy it for myself. Yes, I listen to it all the time on the bus. No, I do not listen to it on adventures. I don't even bring it along.

I think that these two things would be distracting and allow for a less authentic bus experience. Who wants that? Not me.

Second Rule: No getting off.

I don't necessarily foresee this being a problem for me but it's always good to have a rule you know you can keep. Also, if the bus breaks down and I have to get off, I will wait for another one, except if the weather is really bad. Then I will stop living my dream and get real because I hate cold weather.

Third Rule: I must start at the first stop and get off at the very last stop.

Originally I tried to ride the 1 line to start but mis-read the MUNI map and got on at the SECOND stop. Even though it was only a block away from the first stop, I couldn't let myself just go with it. The whole point of this project is to a) see the entire bus line, and b) stay aware that many of us only follow a route from certain points, rather than experiencing the whole thing. The most interesting thing, for me, about MUNI and other forms of transportation is that in one stretch of road there are so many different lives and sights all connected. So it's very important to go from start to finish in order to get a correct sense of what's going on.

Fourth Rule: Talking to people during an adventure.

When I first started this, I was adamant: I will not talk to anyone else. I'm not going to get involved. I will just sit on the bus and write about what I see. About 10 minutes into the first ride, I knew this was a mistake. It's almost impossible to ride public transit and not interact with the public. Someone will talk to you or look at you, or someone will do something and you'll react to it. Non-participation is not really an option. Especially for me with a notebook open and a camera out. People seem curious, but don't want to ask questions (probably because I look so
threatening.) The good news for the curious is that I'm revamping my business cards so that should take care of some of the silent questioning.

Fifth Rule: I will ride EVERY line.

I think this is the most important rule. Some bus lines are less desirable than others. Some go to the outskirts of town. Some are a pain to get to. Some have people we don't want to see. Some are dangerous.

No matter. This isn't about only riding the pretty, safe bus lines. It's about seeing and experiencing everything.

That being said, I'm not stupid. Sometimes it's better to go somewhere with a partner and I'm thinking about how I want to do that. If someone else comes along, there will be NO TALKING. I might even make us sit apart. The other person could contribute as a guest blogger. I haven't totally figured it out yet, so stay tuned.

J - Church

Line: J – Church, Inbound
Date: March 15, 2008
Weather Conditions: Breezy & Sunny

Time: 11:53 a.m.
First Stop: Green Division Yard

I exit the BART station and feel a little confused. I’m not entirely sure where I’m supposed to pick up the J because this area seems more like a MUNI train graveyard rather than an actual stop. To the side of the tracks is a small walkway. I follow the path and see some other people so I assume I’m in the right place. I got here just in time because a J is leaving the yard. Yessss!

A garbage can at the station, bitchin'!

The train begins to pull out and the driver motions at me. I have no idea what he’s motioning about so I walk further down the walkway in case he was trying to say, “Yo, move it.” Good call. He starts moving again. Stop. Move. Stop. Finally he pushes the magic button and opens the doors.

Ooooh, the J-Church!

Five other people get on: two thugish looking dudes, two tourists and a guy who looks half asleep. I debate which car to sit in, first or second? After a trip to the second car, I decide to sit in the first car, on the right side, behind the door.

The train moves quickly, smoothly, and mostly quietly, save for the murmur of the tracks. The area we pass through is nice, very residential. We pass parks with kids playing Saturday league. I see a strip mall type area with a huge building. It reads, “Community Assembly of God.” We pass a few stops where no one gets on.

Yellow vs. Blue, who will beat who?

I glance up and notice an old woman with purple hair. I love when old people have purple hair! It’s a nice shade of purple, more dark lavender colored than that blue-ish-purple Kool-Aid color that happens sometimes. OH! But wait! Suddenly we are on the freeway! (The 280 East to be exact.) We are racing. I’m having a hard time balancing my responsibilities of writing and taking pictures. I need two more arms.

Well played, Grandma.

Time: 12:01 p.m.
Stop: San Jose & Randall

The purple haired Glamour Grandma gets off slowly. I’m not sure who gets on, I’m caught up looking at the beautiful skyline of the city. We turn at 30^th and now we’re on 30^th and Dolores. We’re moving so quickly. My phone starts ringing and I feel stressed. I ignore my own rule and answer it. Ok, no more answering the phone. We pass through the area of Noe Valley that I’m most familiar with. People are out picking up produce and eating breakfast on the sidewalk. There are some people in the furniture store looking at a table.

Time: 12:03 p.m.
Stop: Church & 30^th

A lot of white, hip looking people and couples get on board. I’m overwhelmed by colorful skinny jeans, expensive shoes and jackets with careful detailing. I feel let down by the J-Church. You move so fast and your riders are so boring!

Time: 12:05 p.m.
Stop: Church & 27^th

A family of four gets on and the wife sits next to me. I think it’s a mom and a dad visiting their daughter and her boyfriend. I’m pretty sure it’s a boyfriend because he and Daughter don’t have rings and the dad is sort of fishing with his conversation topics. I look out the window and see three little furry dogs on leashes sniffing each other. When I turn back I notice that the mom next to me is trying to read my notebook! I give her a look of disgust and she faces forward. (It’s only now striking me how funny it is that I’m being curious about others but when someone tries to do it to me, no way. That’s an example of irony, yes?)

Time: 12:06 p.m.
Stop: Clipper & Noe

A slew of people get on wearing green for the St. Patrick’s Day parade. Mom and Dad hold a conversation:

“Oh, the parade must be in town.”

“It seems like it.”

Boyfriend, a scruffily coiffed guy with lots of facial hair and aviator sunglasses says, out of nowhere, “St. Paul, Minnesota.”

“What?”

“St. Paul, Minnesota. They celebrate St. Patrick’s Day pretty hard.”

Mom and Dad exchange puzzled looks. Daughter lowers her head. Oh dear.

Time: 12:08 p.m.
Stop: Church & 24^th

I don’t hear the rest of the conversation because we stop, the doors open and a screaming child is trying to board. “Patrick! Hold my hand! Don’t climb up like that!” Patrick is probably about two and is trying to scale the train stairs like a mountain climber. There is a huge line of people behind him. Once Patrick is cleared out of the way, more little kids get on, including The Crayola’s, a family of three children in bright, primary-colored raincoats and a dad. Too bad it does not look rainy today. More drunk people dressed in green get on and move to the back. It’s very noisy in the back. I wonder if they ordered their coffee Irish-style today.

Patrick is still throwing a fit. Seriously, Patrick? That was like two minutes ago. GET OVER IT. Patrick’s daddy and Family of Four Dad start talking about Irish baby names. Family of Four Dad tells Patrick’s daddy that his oldest daughter just had a third child and named her Rona. Her son is named Kieran. “Good, strong Irish names!” Patrick’s daddy is impressed. He has an Irish accent. Patrick’s daddy introduces himself to Family of Four Dad as “Patrick Kelly.” Family of Four Dad laughs and says, “I’m Terry Flynn! Nice to meet you.” Terry and his wife (Mom the Spy) are visiting from Tucson, Arizona. She’s a part-time teacher and he’s retired. They came to California to visit their kids.

Time: 12:11 p.m.
Stop: Chattanooga & 21^st (Also called Right of Way and 21^st)

Best Street Name EVER.

Chattanooga is the best street name ever. A rainbow child gets on. I’m not sure if it’s a boy or a girl. It could be a boy dressed like a girl, or a girl with a boy’s haircut. No matter. Rainbow Child has a rainbow striped turtleneck on, bright green pants, patterned socks and orange galoshes. The best part is that Rainbow Child is wearing bright yellow fuzzy earphones and bopping along to a cassette player. We make eyes for a second and we both smile. I’d like to think we were bonding over the schizophrenic feeling of the ride but probably R.C. heard something funny on the Yo Gabba Gabba tape. I’m guessing.

Best outfit EVER.

I hear snippets of different conversations, “You should check http://www.sfist.com/,” “You need to get your STD’s looked at,” and “This is FAR!” Mom the Spy tries to peer over my notebook again. Still not happening.

We start passing through Dolores Park. It is mostly empty except for a few dogs and their owners. There’s a pickup basketball game happening and I see more people in green running to catch the train.

The best type of day to be at D-Park.

Time: 12:14 p.m.
Stop: Church & 18^th

A group of green, glittery teenage girls get on. One says, “Make sure you don’t lose anything today Tess!” Tess says, “I’ll try really hard!” The group laughs. She must be a perpetual lose-er.

There is some movement around me. Daughter is in the seat directly behind mine and the woman next to her gets up. Mom the Spy gets up to sit next to Daughter. A boy with a girly-looking face takes her spot.

An Aside: I like to collect different things in my mind. It's sort of a recognition of patterns that I see. Most recent mental collections include people with canes (which made me wonder if polio is making a comeback,) people with partly burned-off faces (which makes me a) sad and b) think of this,) and dogs with shaved bodies but furry legs that look like legwarmers (Example.) Today I will collect ambiguous-looking people. Count so far: Two.

The driver comes on the PA system and announces, “Next stop—Church and Market. Next stop.”

From behind me I hear Mom the Spy say, “Have you seen ‘There Will Be Blood’? It’s great!”

Time: 12:18 p.m.
Stop: Church & Market

We pass the big Safeway. I try to take a picture and while trying to juggle my notebook, bag, camera and pen, I end up writing all over my sweater. Ugh.

We stop at Church and Duboce. The girl-ish looking boy gets up and is replaced by an older man-ish looking woman. Amazing. Count: Three. She adjusts her baseball cap and fixes her really cool earphones. They are blue and yellow with a blue and yellow striped cord. She opens a book, “The King Must Die.”

From the second car I hear the girls who got on at Dolores Park wooing and yelling, “PARTY BUS!!!”

The Dolores Park Girls and the back of Mom the Spy's head.

A guy who looks like he just came from the gym stands in front of me. He is carrying a huge bag on his back. He gives me a missing-front-teeth-smile, and says, “How are you pretty lady?” “Good, thanks.” He doesn’t listen to me reply.

Time: 12:20 p.m.
Stop: Inside the MUNI Underground Tunnel

The missing tooth gym guy, Toothless, says loudly, “I only like one type of music: Mexican stripper music.” One of the Dolores Park Girls yells back, “Oh my GOD! That’s my favorite too!”

“Oh, yeeeeeeah! This is the best music EVER. This is what you listen to when a girl is sliding down the pole. Mexico is great. Red Bull and doo-doo. Red Bull and doo-doo. You listen to this when you’re getting busy with a lady.” He starts air-humping. The Dolores Park girls woo and scream, the man-ish woman next to me rolls her eyes and I switch my camera setting to video record. This is MUNI gold.

“Y’all wanna hear this, dontcha?” Without waiting for a response, out of nowhere he pulls out a boom box. Really though, where was that hiding?

The train is still paused in the tunnel. He fiddles with some knobs and Mexican tango starts blaring. I’m pretty sure I’ve heard this same song at Chevy’s.

I suggest watching this first, then listening to it twice with your eyes closed. Once to hear the music, and a second time to fully understand what's he talking about. If you can.

Toothless starts air-humping again. The Dolores Park girls woo. Again. The train starts moving.

The driver announces, “Van Ness Station.”

Boyfriend gets up and as the train pulls to a stop he bumps into Toothless who yells, “DON’T TOUCH ME! DO NOT TOUCH ME. What is wrong with you, man? Bobby Brown is part of my family, you should KNOW better!” Boyfriend looks thoroughly confused and just stands there with his head cocked. Toothless just shakes his head.

The doors open and close, people get on and off. We start moving again.

Time: 12:24 p.m.
Stop: Civic Center Station

We finally get to Civic Center and the train mostly empties. Toothless, the Family of Four and the Dolores Park Girls all get off. The man-ish woman next to me turns to me and takes out her earphones, “God, I can’t concentrate. I forgot about the parade.” Her voice confirms that she is indeed a woman.

I say, “Yeah, people get pretty excited about St. Patrick’s Day.”

She shakes her head.

Patrick Kelly starts giving little Patrick and older sister Mimi directions. “We’re going to get off at the next stop. You need to get in the stroller.” Mimi, who has the face of a Kewpie doll says, “The next one, Daddy?”

“Yes. Please hold hands.” Mimi goes to hold Patrick’s hand. He freaks out and tries to hold on to Daddy. This child, seriously.

Patrick, in a calmer moment.

Time: 12:26 p.m.
Stop: Powell Station

Patrick, Patrick and Mimi make it out in a more organized fashion than they entered. The man-ish woman starts talking to me again. “It’s a long day of being Irish.”

“Yeah, very long day.”

“A long day of wearing green. I usually try to avoid this stuff. All the colorful people.”

“Yeah, well, it’s hard to avoid, you know. The city is always pretty crazy.”

She sighs. “Why can’t they celebrate on the 17^th?”

I spare her the official Church explanation of not indulging during Holy Week and say, “Some people just like to get wasted and wear green as much as they can.” I wonder if she thinks it’s weird that I’m talking to her and writing, simultaneously.

Time: 12:27 p.m.
Stop: Montgomery Station

From the second car I hear Ramones style chanting, “HEY, HO! LET’S GO! HEY, HO! LET’S GO!”

The man-ish woman says, ‘I’m going to get off and see if I can find some peace now.”

“I hope you do. Good luck with that."

The doors open and she exits. Her absolute sobriety and sanity is probably the funniest thing I’ve seen all day. I guess that maybe it’s weird when “crazy” starts seeming “normal” and “normal” starts seeming like a big joke.

I see The Ramones walking through the station. One guy is wearing a green track jacket that reads, “World Class Pub Champion.” He is carrying a 24-pack of Guinness. Of course.

The doors close, the train starts moving. The Crayola's and I are about the only ones left.

Crayon people, ready for the rain.

Time: 12:30
Last Stop: Embarcadero Station

The voice of the recorded MUNI woman comes on, “This train is going out of service. Please exit.” So I do.

Everybody out!

Total Time: 38 minutes (approx.)
How I got there: 5 to Civic Center BART, off at Balboa Park Station
Where can you see more? HERE

F - Market & Wharves

Line: F – Market & Wharves, Inbound
Date: March 2, 2008
Weather Conditions: Warm & Sunny

Time: 11:30 a.m.
First Stop: 17^th & Castro

I rush up the street from 18^th. I’m thankful that the streetcar is there and pause to get my bearings. I can see that the streetcar says it’s going to Fisherman’s Wharf but I decide to err on the side of idiocy/safety and ask, “Does this go to Fisherman’s Wharf?”

The driver closes the streetcar doors and says, “Yup, all the way to the end. I’ll be right back, I have to go to the bathroom.” He darts across the street towards the Chevron station.

I think I’ve been on the streetcar once. The most I know about them is that they were made in Italy. I don’t know how or why they’re here. (I do now.)

The driver comes back and lets me on first. I decide to sit in the middle, opposite the back door. The seats are green leather, like on a school bus, and the inside is well-lit.

Classiest public transportation vehicle, ever.

Not that MUNI is ever very quick, but it seems that the streetcar is especially slow. It feels jerky and there is a lot of traffic around us. Where is everyone is going?

There are two men sitting together a few seats in front of me. One of them gets on his phone and starts talking loudly. “Hey Sean! How are you? We’re in the Castro on this sunshine-y day!”

The noise of the streetcar makes it hard on my geriatric hearing to hear the rest of the conversation. Instead, I start to listen to the wheels clanking with the metal rail. It continues to be traffic-y and we pass Beck’s Motor Lodge. I wonder if it’s a popular place to stay. (Apparently not.)

Time: 11:37 a.m.
Stop: 15^th & Castro

A tall middle aged woman with long curly hair dyed orange-red gets on with her dog. I resist the urge to pet the dog. I get the feeling it is a boy dog and it looks like a mutt, with patches of brown, black and white, mixed with some gray hairs. Not attractive. She sits two seats behind me and lets the mutt have the window seat. She starts speaking unintelligibly to the dog in baby-dog speak. I turn around to look; the dog isn’t paying attention to her, he’s waving his tail and slobbering on the window instead.

This is the new Mint, the old one is on 5th and Mission.

Also, we pass the Mint, not the hit or miss karaoke bar, but the place where they make money. The website says they no longer circulate money and do not allow visitors, but it seems like they manufacture silver coins.

Time: 11:40 a.m.
Stop: Laguna & Market

Three more people get on. The third person is a slow-moving transient looking man. He has a carnie type vibe; maybe in a past life? He is carrying a tote bag that says “Read, Write, Win!” He plops down in the double seat diagonal to me and takes out two pill containers. I strain to see what they are, no luck, something white. He quickly puts the bottles back into his pocket and pulls a wad of cash out of each pocket. He starts counting. There are lots of ones and fives.

T.C. takes care of some accounting on the streetcar.

I turn around to see what else is going on. A middle aged Asian guy is sitting next to the window a few seats back. Santa Claus on summer vacation is sitting next to him. Santa Claus has on red sunglasses and a red hat. Stylin’. They are too far away for me to hear properly, but it sounds like Santa’s friend is new to the Bay Area. Santa says, “I think you will like it here.” His friend says, “I think I will too.”

Time: 11:44 a.m.
Stop: Market & Van Ness

The driver announces, “Next stop, Van Ness and Market.” A few more people get on. A woman sits in front of me and another sits behind me. I feel slightly paranoid that they might think I’m weird, with my notebook and camera in my lap.

I try to hone my listening in on what’s going on but it’s pretty quiet. Instead I hear jingling coming from the car rails.

While straining to hear, I keep making eye contact with the transient carnie. He waves to me. I wave back. I wonder if I should be participating in my observations, it seems wrong. But whatever, this is my project, I’ll do what I want.

My simple wave opens Pandora’s box. “I’m part of the Grateful Dead, you know. I’m just not on stage right now.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Ehhh, you don’t even know who that is. You’re too young. You’re not even listening. I could tell you about lots of things, Kerouac, but you don’t care.”

He throws his hands at me in defeat. I’m writing furiously trying to capture everything, I need to learn shorthand. He forgets he gave up on me and continues talking. “You know Calamity Jane? She was nothing but a self-promoting adoration thirster!” (Not totally knowing who Calamity Jane was, I pictured her as some sort of Joan Jett type character. Not quite.)

T.C. (Transient Carnie) looks at me and smiles. “If I get anyone to talk to me at all it’s a good thing.” I smile back. I’m captivated by the way his front teeth look like an upside down mountain range. It strains my mind to think about how people lose a half of a tooth. Does it hurt? How do you lose only half?

“You know what I’m up to today?”

“No, what?”

“Well! I’m going to Fifth and Bryant to take a shower. I have this free place to live and one of the great government loopholes, well not great I guess, it’s just a loophole, is that you can’t charge rent unless you have sanitary facilities.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah! I live for free, I just have no bathroom. Nice area, too. Nice two-bedroom in Cole Valley, you know where that is?”

“Yeah, it’s really nice over there.” I see we are at Hyde and Market. People around me are clearly annoyed that I’m talking to T.C. Whatever, he may be loud, but he’s harmless.

T.C. continues, “I’ve lived there for 18 years, nothing’s gonna change now. It’s a pretty good deal.”

“That’s an awesome deal.”

T.C. forgets we are talking about rent and starts pointing at his blue and green tote bag. “You see this? It holds all my stuff.”

“Yeah, I see it’s from L.A. It has a 310 number.”

“Yeah, whatever. I don’t know.” His eyes trail off for a second. He starts cracking up. “I’m going to take a shower right now. I’m going to get off at 5^th and Market and walk that-a-way.” He motions south. “I know I have to travel to use the shower, but I don’t mind. You need to have an adventure every day. That’s what’s most important. So I like traveling to get to the shower. I get to go on an adventure!”

Suddenly I notice we’re at 7^th and Market, lots of people get on, including an old Indian woman with pretty purple and white flowers. Despite the chaos, T.C. keeps talking. “This is my big adventure of the day—going downtown to take a shower. You know what? I moved here and I made beautiful art and music. But you know what I learned? Guess what?! You get bored, you gotta have adventure!

Time: 11:52
Stop: 5^th and Market

“Upsey daisy! This is me!” T.C. tries to hop up. He keeps saying “Upsey daisy” over and over before looking at me and clarifying, “Upsey daisy, that means (something I can’t understand) in rock ‘n’ roll!” He exits. I guess I’ll never know. I look around. Everyone hates me. Oh well.

More people have come aboard. A young guy stands next to me, speaking an Asian language I can’t distinguish. There are so many people on board that I can’t see the back door anymore.

While waiting for the streetcar to move I watched people play chess.

We start moving. I look out the window. We pass shoe stores; we stop at 4^th and Market. More people get on, the baby across from me starts fussing. Suddenly I notice there are a lot of babies around.

From out of nowhere I hear, “At least there’s someone to get lost with! Not like you! The last time you freaked out when we had to go to the hospital!” The speaker is a 30-something woman with full makeup, sunglasses and a white wrap shirt-black pants getup. She’s talking to a guy who looks like he played college football. I wonder what sort of adventure they went on.

An iBaby sits on the lap of the woman in front of me. (iBaby = baby with an Apple onesie.) Dad says, “That would be a great picture.” He holds the stroller between his legs, while Mom tries to maneuver the baby and the baby bag. He finally grabs the camera and tries to take a picture while still holding the stroller in his knees. Mom grabs the stroller in one hand and shifts the baby with the other arm. The picture looks stupid. I intercede. “Here, I can hold the stroller.”

“Oh, my gosh, thank you so much,” says Mom. “Smile, sweetie.” The baby does his best not to look bored. Snap! “Sweetie, say thank you, say thank you for holding the stroller!” The baby extends his hand towards me. We shake. The baby giggles. Seats open up in the back so they move. Asian teenage tourists take their spot and start posing and taking pictures.

I guess it's never too early to iNdoctrinate your child.

Time: 12:00 p.m.
Stop: Pine & Davis

The bus is still crowded. I notice that it is actually only cramped around the middle, it is clear in the back and the front. There is a group of teenagers near me. One girl with long black curly hair is chewing her gum loudly and says, “I like this bus. It’s tight!” She and her boyfriend start making out. Gross.

The Asian tourists in front of me are still holding a photo shoot. The girl in the seat ahead of me makes a pouty face and takes an outstretch arm self picture. I maneuver my head to be in the shot. She checks the picture on the viewfinder. Success!

Time: 12:05 p.m.
Stop: Steuart & Mission

More people get on and the car feels cramped. Out of nowhere I’m starving. We’re almost near the Ferry Building.
.

Or ELSE!

We pass the Ferry Building. People “ooooh” and “ahhh” and say things like, “What is THAT?” On the left, we are passing the park by Embarcadero Center. The pouty face girl in front of me gasps and in broken English says, “It looks like Central Park!” I love tourists.

I'm not sure about Central Park.

Time: 12:08 p.m.
Stop: No stop

The streetcar starts picking up speed. We are racing to the Wharf! A girl stands next to me. I have my notebook poised towards the window so she can’t see what I’m writing. I feel incredibly creepy and secretive and weird. Someone says, “Where’s Alcatraz?”

Time: 12:13 p.m.
Stop: Pier 39

We start inching up on Fisherman’s Wharf. The director of The Pouty Face Photo shoot says, “Next one!” Pouty Face seems anxious. “I hope so," she says. We stop, the doors open. I hear shrieking and, “Ooooh! We’re here!” I wonder if Fisherman’s Wharf is like the Eiffel Tower of San Francisco. If so, that’s kind of sad. I hear a keyboard and a saxophone. The doors close. Onwards. There are now only 11 people on board, including me and the driver. We continue speeding down the street. We get to Jefferson and Taylor and the driver announces, “Last stop, everyone out!” I gather up my stuff and am the last to exit.

People lining up for the ride outbound.

After I got off I hightailed it to In-N-Out and then walked down to Aquatic Park. I sat down to eat but then I saw a pirate ship! THE pirate ship! I saw it the other day from work and got very distracted and excited. All in all, a solid adventure.

Land ho!

Total Time: 45 minutes (approx.)
How I got there: 5 to 33
How I bounced: 47 to 31
Where can you see more? HERE.