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tour·ist: a person who is traveling or visiting a place for pleasure.
“We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.” - Jawaharlal Nehru

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Day 5 - San Francisco

Part of the series: Vancouver to the Grand Canyon and Back Again!

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Pier 39 flags




Wednesday was our second day in San Francisco, and we decided to wander around Pier 39 before taking the hop-on-hop-off tour around the city.






Juanita and Angharad




Merry-go-round at Pier 39















Alcatraz


Cars coming down Lombard Street




In general, I would recommend city bus tours; my experience has been that you get a really good, high-level tour of a city. They cover the touristy highlights, and they always know more about the history of the place than I could ever find on my own. It can be difficult to get good pictures because you're inside a vehicle most of the time, but still well worth it. If you have time, you can always circle back for photo opportunities, and if not, you'll still have had a good tour.


City Hall, San Francisco, CA
Grace Cathedral, San Francisco, CA


Instructions on the street car



After the hop-on-hop-off tour, Angharad and I ventured out to ride a cable car, which I thoroughly enjoyed, although we did end up stranded in downtown San Francisco after the business rush was over, which meant we ended up walking back up that ridiculously steep hill and into China town where we finally found a bus that took us back to our hotel.



Looking ahead - down the hill we go!!!!













Watching the street car go back up the hill









China town, San Francisco, CA

Wednesday night meeting was on the southern end of San Francisco and so we made our way down there for supper, heading back to our hotel afterwards for the night.


We left San Francisco with boxes of chocolate from Ghirardelli's, sore feet, and great photos. And I found yet another place that I need to go back to. Two days is not enough time to spend in that city.

How does the song go?
"...I left my heart in San Francisco..." 
At the very least, a little part of mine is there. Partly because of the Golden Gate bridge, and partly because it reminded me so much of Paris.


Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, CA

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Day 4 - Sacramento to San Francisco

Part of the series: Vancouver to the Grand Canyon and Back Again!

<<     Bandon to Sacramento

Happy Canada Day!!!
We left our hotel in Sacramento in time to get to San Francisco for about 10am, stopping on Treasure Island for a chance to stretch our legs and to get some pre-arrival photos of the city.


Treasure Island







Oakland Bay Bridge, San Francisco, CA

Downtown San Francisco
"Helping" the car up the hill


And... Down we go!












Our hotel was ideally located just a couple of blocks from Fisherman's Wharf on the bus route, but we were too early for check-in, and so we decided to go exploring for a bit.

We drove down to the harbor, got out and took some pictures of the Golden Gate bridge, and then headed across it for lunch in Sausolito.


Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, CA


Clear as mud!



Going to Sausolito









Freezing, but enjoying lunch in Sausolito



















Despite the FRIGID weather, we ate outside, then wandered through the town, visiting art galleries and the little boutique stores for which the town is known.

We then headed back into the city across a bridge that was now completely fogged in, and checked into our hotel, resting a bit before supper.


Heading back into San Francisco


Forbes Island, San Francisco, CA
Supper was a surprise for us; Angharad had planned our entire trip down to the very last detail, and she was buzzing with the excitement of where she was taking us for dinner - it was a secret, and she had worked very hard not to let it slip.

As we wandered along the wharf, we admired all of the sights, commenting on the little lighthouse randomly placed in the middle of the pier, looking for the streetcars and all the famous sights for which Fisherman's Wharf and Pier 39 are known, deliberately not noticing every time she sort of veered off and asked for directions - there's nothing worse than ruining a surprise for both yourself and for the person trying to surprise you.








Coit Tower, seen from the top of the Forbes Island lighthouse
In the end, we took a water taxi to Forbes Island Restaurant, which was inside a boat cleverly disguised as an island with a lighthouse. Supper was delicious, our waiter was fantastic (i.e. very cute, with a voice that was also delicious - I "misheard" the specials and forgot how to read just so that he would have to repeat them...) and after dessert we climbed up the lighthouse for a photo op that left us out of breath from laughing.

Juanita and Angharad decided to walk back to the hotel via Lombard Street, and I caught a bus; I had no desire to walk up that hill!

Laughing at the top of the Forbes Island lighthouse
















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