Spend the morning grinning from ear to ear with every new experience of San Fran. Leaning out of the trams, climbing up the near vertical streets, seeing the bay and Fisherman’s Wharf for the first time…
Somehow we managed to blag two passes to Alcatraz. It’s so popular sometimes it can be sold out for weeks in advance, but a very kind group told us two of their number had not turned up, and passed on the spares. We were very lucky indeed, but we still might not get in as the tickets belong to a pair of OAP’s. I say OAP, they’re about 50. Either we kid on we’ve reached that ripe age, or we hope the attendant doesn’t check the passes properly. Thank fully it’s the latter; I was never that good of an actor anyway.
Alcatraz is a wonderful experience. It’s fascinating, educational, emotional and atmospheric. And cold. Very, very cold. I would recommend anyone finds the time to visit. One of life’s little ambitions ticked off. I’m wandering around the grounds quoting lines from The Rock, which I think is what pretty much everyone else of a similar age is doing. It’s a damn good film in spite of Nicholas Cage and Micheal Bay.
Party time tonight in the city. After meeting with Jo’s friends we descend on the colourful and vibrant bars San Fran has to offer. I decided to wear the kilt for the first time on the road to see how well it is received. We jump from club to club but somehow the promise of the night fails to deliver. It matters little, considering the amount of booze the four of us have managed to polish off. Fun times all round but a sore head awaits in the morning.
ALLLCATRAZZZ…!
Spend the morning grinning from ear to ear with every new experience of San Fran. Leaning out of the trams, climbing up the near vertical streets, seeing the bay and Fisherman’s Wharf for the first time…
Somehow we managed to blag two passes to Alcatraz. It’s so popular sometimes it can be sold out for weeks in advance, but a very kind group told us two of their number had not turned up, and passed on the spares. We were very lucky indeed, but we still might not get in as the tickets belong to a pair of OAP’s. I say OAP, they’re about 50. Either we kid on we’ve reached that ripe age, or we hope the attendant doesn’t check the passes properly. Thank fully it’s the latter; I was never that good of an actor anyway.
Alcatraz is a wonderful experience. It’s fascinating, educational, emotional and atmospheric. And cold. Very, very cold. I would recommend anyone finds the time to visit. One of life’s little ambitions ticked off. I’m wandering around the grounds quoting lines from The Rock, which I think is what pretty much everyone else of a similar age is doing. It’s a damn good film in spite of Nicholas Cage and Micheal Bay.
Party time tonight in the city. After meeting with Jo’s friends we descend on the colourful and vibrant bars San Fran has to offer. I decided to wear the kilt for the first time on the road to see how well it is received. We jump from club to club but somehow the promise of the night fails to deliver. It matters little, considering the amount of booze the four of us have managed to polish off. Fun times all round but a sore head awaits in the morning.