After a brief, and when I say brief I mean brief, stint in Las Veagas – not worth to mention, we drove onwards in the night until we reached the west coast.
HELLO SAN FRANCISCO!
It took us about one week from the day we left for the trip until we made footprints in the Californian sand. I am more excited about this than the rest of the guys because it is my first trip out west! Living here in this country gives you opportunities to travel yet I always find myself never being able to come out to this side of the country. Now that’s a different story.
We will be staying at a friend of a friend’s house about 30 minutes outside of the city, not too bad I say, and spend two days there. Arrival was harsh as we got there at 8:30 in the morning! Drove almost 24 hours. Needless to say exhaustion has set itself in.
Once we got settled and introduced ourselves to our gracious host I proceeded to just KNOCK RIGHT OUT! A little nap is what the doctor ordered. A few hours later I was off to be a tourist in yet another big city!
We drove over this bridge once we passed by Oakland. The whole time I thought it was the Golden Gate, and when I found out it wasn’t I immediately wanted answers to where it was!
I handed over my camera to my friend and set it up for him. Although with a camera already set up it doesn’t mean grand pictures can be taken from a moving car. A for effort though.
We stopped in Chinatown first to grab some lunch as it was already pass lunchtime. I always hear things about this Chinatown, as probably because its the biggest one I can think of. Makes the one in Boston look TINY!
This kind old man saw us on our cell phones and asked us what we were looking for. Apparently looking like tourists was my forte. We told him we wanted lunch, specifically noodles, and away he led us. People out here are seriously nicer than on the east coast.
As we walked I got to take in a little bit of the scenery that is San Fran Chinatown.
The old man led us to a small street and took us downstairs to where it seemed the workers were on lunch break. Sorry to disturb you but I am hungry!
I own a noodle shop back home and you’d think I’d be sick of eating it, I do but from time to time, and on this occasion I needed some noodle in my blood.
With bellies full and a few beers later it was a wrap. The day is young they say and I wanted to check out what San Francisco is famously known for, other than the GGB, STEEP STREETS!
Lucy, our host, gladly took us around to see what San Fran is made of and this was the first on my list. She warned me about how steep it is, I did not listen.
I thought we were on a ride – a sheer drop of a ride – and I was literally shitting bricks in my pants. I prayed my brakes didn’t let out, as only bad things can possibly happen if they did. It was a wild ride and I never thought I’d say that driving a car down a hill.
Oh but wait!
That’s right! We also went UP!
Going on was probably as bad as going down. It made me feel like I was going to fall out of my car seat and back into oblivion. It was a surreal sensation. Locals probably don’t even notice it at all anymore. I’m glad my car had enough power to move up this behemoth!
So with ups and downs out of the way it was time for some sideways action.
It wouldn’t be a trip to San Fran without going down Lombard Street. You know the one everyone, including myself, wants to drive down!
I never knew that people actually live on this street, there were actual driveways to homes right off this street! Amazing. Got to suck for them with all the tourists though. Albeit they do have something nice to drive on when they pull out.
San Francisco is also famous for its Pier 39. When I asked Lucy why so she just responded ‘That’s where all the sea lions hang out.’ Sea lions just hanging out? I MUST SEE THIS.
To get there we had to walk through something sort of like a boardwalk. It was filled with eateries, shops and things for people to do.
Through this maze of people and shops I finally made it to the sea lions.
Around the corner from this is a view of the Pacific ocean – much like the Atlantic but so much more different. Oh yea there used to be a maximum security prison on an island out there. You might have heard of it – it’s called ALCATRAZ.
With few successful if any escapes in its existence I can see the allure of Alcatraz.
Being by the ocean really made for a windy day. But it was also 65 degrees out. Which I have to mention that I LOVE. Not too hot and not too cold, like the girl eating the bears porridge. Just right. Another thing I love about this city. But with wind makes for great kite flying, which seems to be a big thing on this side of the country.
We walked down a main street which was like the boardwalk, but less crowded and less LOOK AT ME. It was also early June so flowers were blooming, and for me at least, they make better subjects than people. No back talk.
But because I shot these my companions walked faster and left me behind. Panic did not ensue as I much prefer to take my time with things and do it slowly. I walked around and was able to snap some photos without the worry of holding up people.
I love street performers and this street wasn’t short of it that’s for sure. Before we got onto this street Lucy told me about the ‘Bush.’ When I asked her what she meant she told me a performer who poses as a bush, literally a bush, and preys on unsuspecting victims. Once target acquire he just jumps up and out and freaks them out. Sadly he was not there and what’s more sad was her story of how she got scared the first time by the bush who posed in the middle of the street. Anything off here?
Street art is another favorite thing of mines. After seeing some of these I bought a few, they got me.
We finished this street and ended up on the beach front where the ocean is vast and seagulls are abundant. It was a great first day and we got a lot of the tourist thing out of the way. I won’t lie though that I do enjoy those tourist things. Great way to see a city. But day 1 is done.