
California – Redwoods & San Francisco (7-8 June 2007)


The long drive carried on and on and on through most of the night until we arrived in San Francisco, the land of steep hills, foggy bridges and expensive hotels, like this one: the Mark Hopkins hotel at the top of Nob Hill. But it had a nice view, especially as our room was half way towards to the moon.

The next morning, J and I decided to do a running tour (literally) of the city which was a little challenging when we came across hills such as the one below. But we got to see some sights, including the Golden Gate Bridge, and it was soon time for our tour of Alcatraz.


Alcatraz, so I’d heard, was a ‘must see’ in San Francisco and as I’d missed out seven years ago because I didn’t buy my ticket ten days in advance, we felt quite excited at this opportunity to visit an island where many a hardened criminal had been akeeping.


J on the other hand, felt much more at home, especially when he excitedly spotted some supposedly famous British TV presenter who talks about soccer (sorry, football) on a dodgy Cable TV channel. Eager to capture the moment, I posed for a quick photo in front of him, in the hope that someone on Phil’s blog will be able to verify that he is indeed famous and not just some bloke that J imagined when longing for warm sunny days back in England. Take a look...
J had decided to go vegetarian for the week (nothing to do with me – I think his brain had been affected by the cold) so we finished off the day by going to a very trendy totally vegetarian restaurant overlooking the bay of San Fran. If only I’d remembered my camera, you would have had another ten photos to look at.
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