I Wish for a Donkey Dong...

Trip Start Sep 16, 2012
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Trip End Oct 20, 2012


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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

According to my 'fitbit' I have climbed 89 floors which is the equivalent of the Transamerica Pyramid! Quite a feat, and I am pleased as that is helping me burn off the martinis.  With the sugar nazi travelling with us, so far the food is pretty much in check and we are sticking to breakfast and dinner. 

After a great sleep in on Monday morning, we decided to head out for breakfast at Blue Bottle Coffee just near Mission Street. It was sensational and great coffee just as the Wallpaper Guide promised. Dosed up on caffeine we sauntered down Mission Street towards Fisherman's Wharf to explore for the day.  

On the way, there were some great public art / spaces including the wish trees you can see in the photos I have attached. The trees basically have white tags attached with messages containing people's wishes.  Some people wished for enlightenment, some people wish for God to bring them deliverance and hope, but my favourite was 'I wish for a donkey dong'. You have to love a person who knows how to cut to the chase. 

The waterfront area was bustling and lively with great fresh food markets and restaurants.  The San Francisco Port area has the biggest seagulls I think I have seen in my life and Dad had a face off with one. Both of them too stubborn to move away from one another! Dad won.

Wandering down to the famous pier 39, we stopped off for a local beer of which I can recommend (and I don't drink beer!) the Anchor Steam and IPA.  The Sea Lions were fascinating to watch there, and the history of how they came to reside on Pier 39 after the Earthquakes just amazing. Tourists making seal noises - not so fascinating. Dad was determined for us to return to the Fog Harbour restaurant for seafood that night (because he could get a steak for $25 - some things never change). 

After a quick drink we then continued along the pier areas past the Boudin Bakery where Sourdough bread originally came from - Paul, you would have been in your element as a baker. They have a glass window to the bakery so you can watch them making it all. Sourdough here I have to say is the best I have ever tasted. 

The buskers and entertainers along the foreshore were a mix of super cool musos, hip-hop dudes spray painting art, ridiculous people in costumes (doing nothing else but just wear a big panda suit etc) and steel drum players.  Mum and Dad were stopped by a guy collecting money for the Soup Kitchen. An African American who was super cool and told Dad that if he didn't hold Mum's hand, someone else would! Although he also reiterated to Dad, that being San Francisco there was also every chance that someone might come and hold his hand too. It is San Fran after all, and anything goes here! With a few dollars donation, they walked off with their 'I Love San Francisco' & 'I luv your smile' stickers. Peace, Love, Harmony and all that. Can you feel it? I'm sending the vibes man.

Our tired feet were ready for a break, so we headed home in the afternoon and lined up for the Cable Cars back to Nob Hill. Dinner at the Fog Harbour Restaurant was sensational. But I was glad to return for sleep that night. 

Today was a major day of walking up and down hills, and we climbed Telegraph Hill to go to the top of Coit Tower. Before that though, I was blissfully happy to find a Custom Hat Shop called Goorin Brothers which was established in 1895.  'Bold Hat Makers' - and it also appears, makers of hats for people with big bloody heads like me! I bought the most COOL tan suede beret and black felt hat.  I am now set, for summer and winter alike. So as you can imagine, I am wandering around the place feeling like a San Fran local. I was stoked. 

Dad's ankle wasn't quite up to Lombard Street, so Mum and I climbed the steep walk up to the top along with multiple other tourists. Dad went back to the Fisherman's Wharf area to get us a table for a late afternoon lunch (our breakfast this morning was not worth mentioning - bagel, scone or cake, the only choice at the place we went to. I really don't get the appeal of bagels. They are off my list completely, its like eating rubber to me). After some tomato based chowder and a half crab sandwich, Mum and Dad went off to do a boat cruise of the Bay area, whilst I wandered to the SFMOMA (San Fran Museum of Modern Art). It was magic although rushed as it was near closing time.  With a whole floor dedicated to photography I was a very happy gal.  There was also a load of other famous artists of all types but I missed half of it as closing time was coming around and as you know, its very important to leave time in the Museum Gift Shop - I could scour art, architecture and photography/travel books for hours. Bliss!  

This evening was dinner at The Brixton which was a cool pub at 2140 Union Street.  A mix of San Francisco Cool with British Pub fare. Highly recommend it for a night out. The Giants are playing the baseball all this week on home turf so my next mission is to try and score some tickets - I would LOVE to see a baseball match.  

Well, that's all for now - we are heading to Napa Valley in the morning. And I am driving. So I need to psyche myself for the exit strategy out of San Fran! Remember - left hand drive, left hand drive. 

Music Playlist last two days:  'Sitting on the Dock of the Bay' - Otis Reading; 'Walk the Line' - Johnny Cash; 'Anyone's Ghost' - The National. (keeps following us around!)
Steps walked last two days:  38,891 steps
Floors Climbed:  89 floors 
Martinis Consumed:  Mind your own business....all good things in moderation.
Images:  A mix of everyones for your viewing pleasure! 
  

 
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