NOVEMBER 14
On the morning of our last day of this holiday, we woke up in San Francisco, checked out of our motel, and then we breakfasted at an old favourite eatery of ours, Mel's Diner on Lombard, which is our usual "last meal of the holiday spot" but this time our schedule was off because we had an evening flight instead of our more usual morning one.
This meant, of course, that we had most of an extra day at the end of the holiday, and over breakfast was when we decided that, because it was such a lovely morning, especially in comparison to how it had been the previous day, we might like to go on a boat trip around the bay, just so we could remember it in all of its glory.
That is, if there was one running at a vaguely suitable time which didn't risk us missing our flight home that evening...
Well, we pulled into the tourist trap parking lot at Fisherman's Wharf ($3.00 per twenty minutes) because obviously we'd lost our parking at the motel once we'd checked out, and found that there was a Red and White boat leaving at 10.00am for the hour-long trip that we'd done on our previous holiday.
I do like to get out on a boat at some point on a holiday if I possibly can…
This trip basically chugs out along the bay to just beyond the Golden Gate Bridge, giving the passengers some rather spectacular views from a less-than-usual angle, and then heads back towards San Francisco by swinging around the Island of Alcatraz before heading home, and it takes around about fifty-five minutes which was pretty much perfect for our schedule.
So, we paid our fees, and we joined the queue, with me feeling terribly envious of some of the bright, shiny new cameras being used by some of my fellow passengers and duly did that very trip, with me trying - and failing - not to take quite so many photographs as I had done two-and-a-half years or more earlier and also trying my level best to ignore the gentleman who talked to his wife like she was his pet dog as he ordered her to take certain pictures, and the small child vomiting vigorously nearby.
Despite all of that, we found the trip to be suitably calming and worthwhile end to our San Francisco experience and we pooled back to the Wharf for a swift cup of coffee before paying the eighteen dollars our two hours in the car park had cost us.
Sorry… make that twenty dollars.
No change given.
So, with a certain amount of quiet, sombre thoughts in our minds, we programmed "Min" to take us over to Ocean Beach and our final stop of the holiday before heading towards the airport.
This meant, of course, that we had most of an extra day at the end of the holiday, and over breakfast was when we decided that, because it was such a lovely morning, especially in comparison to how it had been the previous day, we might like to go on a boat trip around the bay, just so we could remember it in all of its glory.
That is, if there was one running at a vaguely suitable time which didn't risk us missing our flight home that evening...
Well, we pulled into the tourist trap parking lot at Fisherman's Wharf ($3.00 per twenty minutes) because obviously we'd lost our parking at the motel once we'd checked out, and found that there was a Red and White boat leaving at 10.00am for the hour-long trip that we'd done on our previous holiday.
I do like to get out on a boat at some point on a holiday if I possibly can…
This trip basically chugs out along the bay to just beyond the Golden Gate Bridge, giving the passengers some rather spectacular views from a less-than-usual angle, and then heads back towards San Francisco by swinging around the Island of Alcatraz before heading home, and it takes around about fifty-five minutes which was pretty much perfect for our schedule.
So, we paid our fees, and we joined the queue, with me feeling terribly envious of some of the bright, shiny new cameras being used by some of my fellow passengers and duly did that very trip, with me trying - and failing - not to take quite so many photographs as I had done two-and-a-half years or more earlier and also trying my level best to ignore the gentleman who talked to his wife like she was his pet dog as he ordered her to take certain pictures, and the small child vomiting vigorously nearby.Despite all of that, we found the trip to be suitably calming and worthwhile end to our San Francisco experience and we pooled back to the Wharf for a swift cup of coffee before paying the eighteen dollars our two hours in the car park had cost us.
Sorry… make that twenty dollars.
No change given.
So, with a certain amount of quiet, sombre thoughts in our minds, we programmed "Min" to take us over to Ocean Beach and our final stop of the holiday before heading towards the airport.
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