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After escaping the island of Kauai and its $45 nachos we were psyched to get to San Francisco and check out what it had to offer. None of our traveling party (Linda, Ben, Cookie and myself) had been to San Fran before so we were all keen to explore the place with fresh eyes.

I aint no holla back girl

Patrick Gatland
2006-04-05 10:00:47

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After escaping the island of Kauai and its $45 nachos we were psyched to get to San Francisco and check out what it had to offer. None of our traveling party (Linda, Ben, Cookie and myself) had been to San Fran before so we were all keen to explore the place with fresh eyes.

Our time there was taken up primarily with doing the "tourist thing" which proved to be relatively rewarding as far as those types of experiences go. On the first morning we got up and walked from our hostel in Union Square through China Town up to Coit Tower, across to Lombard Street and down to the Tourist trap of Fishermans' Wharf. I was very much struck with how appealing the architecture is in San Fran. All of the houses seem to have a lot more character than they do in many Australian (or US) cities and the whole place (with its rolling hills, crisp, clear winter weather and big harbour) reminded me more of Europe than the States. Lombard street is that crazy, crooked dog-legged street that you've probably seen on postcards from San Fran or on an old episode of Full House (prior to Mary-Kate and Ashley's
evil world domination). It zig-zags its way up a steep San Fran hill while scores of tourists in hire cars zig-zag their way down the hill at 5 km/h while the person in the passenger's seat (or sometimes the driver) videotapes this feat of automobiling excellence! It was fun standing there watching them go down the street one by one as locals walked past shaking their heads. (I'm reliably informed by a local that no local has ever used that street as it really serves no purpose but to be put on the front of calendars of San Fran).

In further touristic fashion we took an old cable car back from Fishermans' Wharf to the main shopping district of San Fransisco. Luckily during our trip our cable car driver was exchanged for a fresh one. I cant recall the guy's name but he was wearing a jacket that proclaimed him to be the 1999 and ...