Bear Valley Inn
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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... which was also beautiful. We walked to pier 7 and found a bench to eat our food while watching the light show on bay bridge (a recommendation from our tour guide). Such a perfect night. We then popped into Safeway to get some wine and cheese and made our way back to the hostel. We have had a relaxing evening finishing these off and having a shower. We are getting up early tomorrow to go to Alcatraz! Sweet dreams, ...
Wow, San Francisco is cool. Everything we expected from the movies. We walked all along the waterfront, with all the piers and harbours. It goes on forever. There's a pier full of sea lions, and one for the huge cruise ships pulling in, some with great views of the Bay Bridge, and then we walked all the way past pier 39, which is the tourist pier, lots of people and restaurants, lots of artists and street performers too. We walked all the way to ...
... per cent of the people who live in SF are renters. We were surprised that most of the homes had flat roofs. I asked our guide about that and he said, "We don't have snow!" He also said that many homes have neither air conditioning or a heat source because the weather is so temperate. He did say that there are times when they wish they had both. Because of the hills and being surrounded by water, SF has micro climates. ...
... tried to stay awake as long as possible, and then it was a lovely sleep in a big bed.
What did I think of New York? I was disappointed. Everyone I had talked to loves it. I found it incredibly dirty, and you can't move for people. There are 13,000 yellow cabs, and 32 billion dollars are generated by the tourism industry each year - hence the people. It could just be that it's the end of our holiday and we have had a ...
... stop talking if you stop to listen hard enough. While pumping my attention span up to mach-3 with a four shot Cafe Grande, I spied a colourful old lady writing at a table with an Epiphone acoustic guitar with her.
"Mame," I said, "is this your guitar?"
"Are you playing tonight?"
She smiled. "Yes I am. Do you play?"
"A little," I said.
"Play me something."
I played her a Bo Carter Blues with ...