Frosty here. I write to you from our motel room on the Bay side of San Fran, a stones throw from Pier 39. Bex is finishing packing her bags again, as we plan to leave early tomorrow morning to get back to Santa Monica.
Yesterday we walked up and down Pier 39, saw the sights, bought some gifts for our family and friends, and food for ourselves. The highlight was Ice Cream from one of the stalls which was rich and delicious – but the cones were not very nice. Afterwards we strolled through the streets of San Francisco to go shopping for ourselves.
The sentence “Strolling through the streets of San Francisco” is rather misleading. Rather, we climbed the acclivities, and tumbled down the steep concrete paths that surely were not designed for two legged beings.
We still enjoyed ourselves, and after the hike we’d found our way to a Westfield. Bex and I shopped around a bit, and found some cool trinkets. I bought a Samsonite Case, and it is very awesome. Bex bought some Body Butter. We caught a cab home and watched movies for the rest of the night and rubbed our feet.
Today we woke up late – we’d been up late watching horror movies. We checked Alcatraz, but they weren’t open on Saturday – the Golden Gate Bridge is closed. Couple that with a weekend in winter, and I guess they don’t expect enough visitors to keep it open. Instead, we spent today getting ourselves sorted out – did some washing, drove to a shop we’d wanted to go to and bought a bunch of cheap motorcycle gear. We then went out to dinner with an old Australian friend.
The cuisine was Mexican – it came with the recommendations of a local. I ordered a beef enchilada, and Bex ordered a baby beef burrito with guacamole on the side. We both got Jarritos soda, and the meal came quickly. It was very good and very filling – both of us came away very satisfied. My friend took us through her big share house (24 rooms, 3 kitchens, 10.5 bathrooms!) and we met some of her American housemates.
The district we walked through to get back to the car from that house was very interesting. Some of the coolest shops you’ve seen in a while – apparently they popped up in the 70s, when all the flower power stuff started up. Similarly, there were a lot of people on the street, and the smell of weed was very strong in the air. It was so foul, and a little threatening – there are so many homeless people in San Francisco. We saw a guy just sitting on the sidewalk holding an empty used crack pipe. Sometimes its scary just think how people end up at those kind of dead ends.
Bex is all packed up now. It’s twenty minutes to 1am, and we’re up early tomorrow. I still haven’t uploaded any photos! We will do that soon.