Our yesterday's hostess has to go to work today, but her husband takes us out for breakfast to the International House of Pancakes. This place has been on our list anyway *smile*
Whew! Sooo full already at breakfast! *g*
Let's go to San Francisco! We have chosen a campground just in the north of the city and close to public transportation as Dad does not want to drive the motor home through the city and up and down the hills. But where's the bus? Is this going to end like it did in Malibu?
No, it is not. After a good half hour, our bus arrives and unhurriedly takes us across the Golden Gate Bridge and into the city.
We're getting off at Lombard Street to take a look at the world's most crookedest street. For the way down we choose the stairs though.
We're walking over to the wharf to look for tickets to Alcatraz. The ferry company must have changed since I have visited the island, we have to walk from pier 39 to 33, but there are already signs posted saying 'Next available tickets: Monday'. Bad luck! We didn't learn from our last effort to get Mom and Dad to see Alcatraz. We really should have booked in advance.
But we won't be bored in this city! Back over to pier 39, doing the touristy thing: Souvenirs, clam chowder, and then a cable car ride! A must-do in this city - not sitting inside, but hanging on the side!
Down at Market Street we only manage a Starbucks coffee to warm ourselves up before taking the bus back to our campground. We need to pack our bags and tomorrow we'll say good-bye to our dear motor home...
* Scott McKenzie
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