Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
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The response was surprisingly colourful and involved all sorts of advice and suggestions along with offers of accommodation, meet ups and tag-alongs. Young Andris Berzins was one of them. He was extremely keen to hit the road and explore a bit of California, and so after formulating a very vague list of maybes we agreed to meet in Hollywood.
With this arrangement finally sorted I spent the rest of the day meandering around the city, among the sun-stopping skyscrapers that dominate downtown Frisco all the way over to Bay bridge. The long bay side footpath took me right back up to Fisherman's Wharf where crowds of people huddled round in a tight circle watching a magnificent display of breakdancing.
This evening was one of goodbyes. A final night in San Francisco along with a farewell to some fine people (as is usually the case) including Mr Andrew from Australia (small in stature, works 'in the music business' who's highly articulate and inoffensive nature qualifies him for a modern Paul Simon) and old Jimbo from Derby, a thoroughbred banter head with a bang-on outlook who's wavelength and humour was tuned right in the whole time.
We painted the town red and watched him turn white after shelling out well over two hundred in one of the gentleman's interest clubs. The hefty chinese meal afterwards helped soften the blow, especially as we were invited to join a local Frisconian for dinner who was dining alone near the door and clearly itching to meet some 'foreigners'. We sat down and introduced ourselves, as did our very own little Paul Simon..
'Hi, I'm from Sydney..'
'Man, I love you Europeans! Have a seat fellas..'
Gotta love the Americans..