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Simon’s Travel Diary

Wednesday, 07 May 2008

Location: San Francisco, California, USA

MapOf course, with t’wife awake at 4am, we made an early start and were up and at ‘em by 8. We made our way along the seafront where everything was quiet, and, after the customary ‘feet in a new sea’ ritual at a small but clean urban beach, we walked up to Fort Mason Park and back again in the increasingly hot sun.

We walked out onto a now disused pier wall and gazed in something a little short of awe at the Golden Gate Bridge twinkling in the morning light. It’s apparently the most photographed bridge in the world, and it’s not hard to see why.

One activity that has hardly been pressing over the last few weeks (!!) has been shopping, but the female influence led us to make our way Downtown to leisurely peruse the myriad clothing stores that dot the cavernous streets. Clutching some sort of fruit smoothie thing (it was lovely, actually!) we spent most of the day just walking around; some eight hours all in all. Niketown! Macy’s! The NFL Store!

Wal had recommended a particular eatery in Chinatown, so we followed his directions to an out-of-the-way place in the heart of what is the second largest Oriental area outside of Asia itself. The cliché is to ‘eat where the Chinese eat’ and although the place was hardly heaving, a foursome of locals were tucking into all sorts of lovely things, so we decided to give it a go.

One cast-iron sign to look out for in such establishments is the tank of fish, from which you can choose one unfortunate individual to be cut, filleted and wok’d into oblivion. As the creatures in the tank here appeared to be just a short stroll (or swim) from death’s door in any case, we forwent that practice in exchange for a set meal for two.

Although our menu was in English, the walls were covered in whiteboards boasting – we can only assume – tasty delights, all written in ‘proper Chinese’. The food was great too, hot and fresh, and we were glad we’d given it a go: sizzling rice soup is something I’ll be adding to my meager repertoire.

We rumbled back to the hotel and were asleep pretty much has soon as our heads hit the pillow.