Inn at Golden Gate
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... br> Stumbled across a great old local bar called Specs. Half the bar was celebrating the 84th birthday of a local resident, Jean, who had been frequenting Specs since it opened 47 years ago.
Chatted with two local women at the bar - a bit freaky - but their names were Marilyn and Janice - the same names as my two sisters-in-law. They gave me a run down on the history of the bar and Lucy the bartender ...
... lost their creativity in some sense and that rules are taken too seriously, but I must admit I have a respect for America I don't associate with many other countries. It was an impressive and extremely enjoyable journey, and I will remember it forever! But for now, the Cayman Islands were the only thing on my mind.. Summary of the USA Journey: 98 Days 25 States 9 Flights 4 Bus trips 4000 Mile Roadtrip 2 Months at CP 11 Nights Paid 1 Amazing ...
... events of the day. I found it a little lonely, though. I took lots of pictures, but sometimes I found myself turning remark something and had no one the remark it to. I caught the lilting tune of U2's "Iris" coming from a laundromat and wanted to point it out, instead found myself humming it for the rest of the walk. So you know what that means, right? Next time I offer THREE TIMES to buy you a ticket to come to San Francisco with me, you're not allowed to say no.
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After that, I took a walk down to Pier 39 and Fisherman’s Wharf. I ate a world-famous* clam chowder in a sourdough bowl, because a bucket of cream is much better than something fried and/or processed. The bread was a bit old, but the show-derr (“chowdah!”) was good. There were also sea lions on the pier, which were doing sea liony things, like… sitting around in the sun and doing nothing.
... weather is cold, the sky is getting darker yet we were nowhere near. Afraid of burglars, I dare not take out my phone constantly to check for directions. We relied on our memory yet we suck at it. We had no internet - no google maps, no physical maps. Only a screenshot of the area. After what feels like seemingly thousand of slopes, we finally arrived at our hostel - only to realise the hostel has no elevators (like all hostels do LOL). Tired, we lugged the luggage up one by one ...