Can chickens ride the bus too?
Trip Start Aug 30, 2012
19Trip End Sep 16, 2012
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We arrived at pier 33 just in time for the ferry to Alcatraz. As we panted onto the deck and the
Boat pulled away from sure, I did notice the irony that we were rushing to catch the boat that, 80 years ago, folks would have done everything to avoid
Being the sociable chaps that we are we immediately slunk away from the crowd that we being encouraged to gather and listen to the whimsical tales coming from an old gent who sounded like his mouth was filled with mashed potato. We wanted to mooch about without other peoples faces in our faces; which turned out to be near impossible.
We had a good mooch about and got some amazing photos of San Fransisco from the island itself. There was also a photography exhibition about ex cons who were sent down for murder and what they are doing now, which was a bonus, always good when people sneak in exhibitions.
We got the ferry back and then nipped for lunch on the pier and I had one of the best meals ever. Would have put my face in it were I permitted.
We trotted back through China town to catch the bus back to the hotel again, only to find it utterly rammed. Halfway through the tightly back and boiling bus ride we heard a sound similar to when Mum fell out of the bouncy castle and noticed an old lady with a live chicken in her carrier bag. Apparently we were the only ones who thought this to be a tad odd.
We are now about to watch the San Diego chargers at the Oakland Raiders, which was why the blog was a little rushed. Sorry about that, I shall be sure to have some more info about the game tonight. I need to be gruff and shout words that don't make sense but with an air of undeserved superiority and determination; like a real man
We have returned, by the skin of our teeth. We arrived at, what we thought to be, an early arrival time and the place was rammed with 40 thousand, and quite, quite inebriated, raiders supporters. After queuing for an hour in front of two very pleasant young ladies, (who referred to us indiscreetly as 'f#*king Australians' - clearly sharp as a tack), who bragged about punching someone in the face earlier and their ease and ability to have someone killed, we were whisked through the metal detectors and up to the highest point of the football field of which there was no barriers for me to grip my little hands upon. Now, I may have mentioned my issues of balance due to my spherical body and pin point tootsies so imagine this little shape trying to teeter nervously betwixt thousands of seats without any barriers, 8 trillion miles in the air, whilst the seats are, symaltainiously, rammed full of irate and drunk raiders fans, plus a sporadic spattering of charger fans squished in for good fight measure.
I sat there gripping onto my seat like a white knuckle ride watching angry fights starting then the police dragging them out... Someone light up a joint, the police dragging them out... Someone starting a fight... Etc etc on a loop. Man these people love fighting and weed. After three and a half hours of me digging my nails into Dan's arms and refusing to blink out of fear, the home team lost.... Horrendously. The locals mostly left half way through, through despair. Right near the end they managed to score a touch down and the few remaining Raiders fans suddenly sprung into life, cheering and stamping their feet with encouragement and for just a few moments there was excitement and positivity in the air
After roughly 37 second one of the ball players went to kick the ball and sort of stumbled over the ball and sent it, slowly, about four yards to his left; right into his opposing team members paws. An enormous mutual groan of exasperation erupted from the arena followed by a loud bellow from behind of, "WHAT THE F#*K WAS THAT?!!?", before the rest of the fans poured out like a dribble of sick and I laughed, a lot. Dan really enjoyed himself though, which was brilliant as it was one of his birthday presents.
We managed to get out, again very slowly, and made it back to the hotel just before midnight to be greetedo by two raccoons pretending to paint the interior of the dumpster when it was clear they had been scrummaging.
Bed now, Yosemite tomorrow, minus the virus.