Dan Fransisco.

Trip Start Aug 30, 2012
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Trip End Sep 16, 2012


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Saturday, September 8, 2012

Woke this morning to the glorious view of the, no longer used, fairground on the horizon through our broken screen bathroom window. We had a very joyful night after I finished my blog, swilling American beers and explaining the finer points of shandy to the bar maid. I wasted a good 4 minutes giggling at a machine with a cheeky face on it in the public toilets, Dan said he suspected I had found something that had distracted me as he heard tittering echoing out the bogs and I was taking an unusually long time.

We disturbed a small pack of raccoons up to mischief on the way back to the hotel. Neither of us have ever seen raccoons before and, at first thought them to be a hoard of tiny homeless gents, due to their sheepish demeanour and the way they wrang their tiny hands in a shifty manner. They really do look like teeny bandits. I know they cause all kinds of problems but I would mind a bunch of them, they're well funny to watch; I'd teach them to play cards and use fishing rods.

The journey to San Fransisco was only an hour and a half, which was advantageous as I was not very well when we got here so we have both had a rest and we are now about to venture out. I have been so excited about coming to San Fransisco and Dan said I will love it the best since I am an 'arty farty hippy type' as he likes to say. So I shall continue this later with photos and exciting tales for you all, you lucky bunch.

As we a currently sat in a traffic jam en route back to the hotel, (via Walmart; which is the establishment Dan cheats on Costco with when ever it is out of ear shot), I thought I would utilise my time sat stationary to finish off our report of this afternoons tomfoolery.

The hotel is really lovely and we have been informed that we get Starbucks coffee with breakfast which pleases us both hugely since the history of coffee in the previous dwellings have been far from palatable.

Instantly The city feels most comfortable then all the others thus far, there does appear to be a lot of homeless folks begging and Dan has forbade me from giving them anything after I gave my daily supply of Slim Jims, (meat sticks a bit like Pepperami but smaller and taste like meaty heaven), to a homeless chap who said he was hungry. I thought it better to give him food then money, if a chaps hungry then just give him some meat. I know if I was homeless and hungry and someone gave me a load of non perishable meat I would be well chuffed.

The buildings are very european. They remind me, in part, of St Malo with the vast height and thin streets. Another scenario of hanging my head out of the window like an excited dog.

We drove along the port hunting for parking that was cheap or free. The parking averaged about $7 for 30 minutes so you can see out keenness to avoid it. Managed to whistle past the Bay Bridge and watch all the keen tourists cluttering up the pavement. We finally found a 'free for two hours' parking space and scrunted back towards the port. Feeling a mite peckish, we decided to try out the famous clam chowder and fought our way through the busy fish market and screamed at the vendor and he flung two bowls of chowder at us. Tasted good. We polished them off quickly, I shouted at a seagull, and we continued along the port stopping, only briefly, to gawp at the gift shops and strange statues scattered about.

On our way back to the car we noticed a landscape photography exhibition by a gent called Rodney Lough Jnr. It was his wilderness collections and all the photos had been taken with an old style pin hole camera, the type with the bellows. It was good as it was an art exhibit which we both enjoyed rather then just me an Dan getting bored and making loud, inappropriate, comments about other patrons to try and dilute the monotony.

Called into a 7 eleven on the way back and, finally, found the illusion Twinkie we have forever heard so much about. It was alright, not as exciting as we had anticipated, but didn't make us want to vom do that is good. It has made the inside of my mouth feel like it has sprouted a layer of hair due to the incredibly high sugar content though. Fortunately Dan has promised that today is the day I will finally get my proper American steak!!!!! Hurrah!!

If he doesn't actually take me to a steak house, I will chop off his arms.
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