What can I say about San Francisco? I absolutely, without a doubt, positively loved it. A-friggen-mazing place. We stayed in a hotel which was about a one minute walk from Union square, more or less the centre square for San Francisco and we had the cable cars going past our window down in the street. Did I do a lot of walking? Hell yes! I was absolutely buggered from walking around but loved every bit of it. A nice change from all the flatness here in Florida.
We went out one night for some sushi and then went to grab a drink. Who would’ve thought that the first place we went to grab a drink happened to be a gay bar? No matter, the people there were bloody friendly and I stored my camera there for a while when we went to check out some straight places, with a gay guy as our tour guide of course.
I got a bit freaked out on the way home. My friends had gone home much earlier in the night (as to why, refer to my post: “The woman“) and it got to about the time where I had to leave the group I was hanging around with (read: nearly sunrise). Did I know my way around San Francisco well enough to find my way home? No. Was I a bit scared? Yes. Luckily I found Powell street after a bit of looping around and was just crossing at the lights across the road from our hotel when the lens cap from my camera fell off. A bum who happened to be walking alongside me picked up the lens cap and began looking at it quizzically. I said to him a couple of times “Mate, can I please have my lens cap back?” No response. I knew I had a $1 bill in my pocket and offered to swap it for my lens cap. We did the swap and by this stage I was out the front of my hotel and I absolutely bolted it upstairs. There were always a few people around the whole time I walked home, but I was still a bit freaked out in some points. Scary stuff.
We did the whole touristy thing, checking out Alcatraz, Fisherman’s Wharf and took a bus tour of the city. After staying in San Francisco for a little over 3 days I did not want to leave there. It was such a cool city. Ah well.
It also happened to be the city where I lost my iPod charger. I believe we all heard a clunk sound as we were packing the car to leave San Francisco. Upon reflection, that did very much sound like an iPod charger hitting the ground, even though we couldn’t find anything. I think that bum who tried taking my lens cap snapped up my iPod charger before we knew what the heck was going on.
To feel my pain, sing this to the tune of “San Francisco” as sung by Scott Mckenzie:
If you’re leaving from San Francisco
Please do take care
To not leave belongings there
If you’re leaving from San Francisco
A bum’s got your charger
And he couldn’t give a care
Bah! Screw writing anymore lyrics.
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