My bags packed we soon set off on a two hour drive to the city of Vallejo, very close to where we used to live. Sadly I didnt get to see much of the township but certainly the port area had been done beautifully and from there I will take the ferry to my beloved San Francisco. The city I had dreamed of returning to for years.
And so I bid my farewells and goodbyes to Tina and Gary and board on the next stage of my journey. A great trip, quite quick but passing under one of the bay bridges, and The Bay Bridges ahead with the Golden Gate to the side, Alcatraz just passed. Awesome, I'm back. ........
My heavy luggage cursed many a time I eventually find a cab outside the Hilton. On the way I passed a young lady collecting signatures in support of same sex marriage. I tell her I'm a kiwi. Excitement all round. We are the trend setters, the ones they all want their countries to follow. Good old NZ.
My two bags, extra heavy, one filled with gifts and the other containing a few clothes, but nevertheless heavy and painful. The ribs giving me grief I had to keep stopping and saying to myself "I can do this", " I can do this". Eventually I find a cab who whisks me off into the distance and delivers me to Da Vinci Villas, chosen for it's proximity, on Van Ness, to a number of things I wanted to check out. From the outside it looks like a three story rather skungy motel, but if the reception is anything to go by, it should be OK.
And more than OK with a lovely room, fluffy pillows, tiny balcony overlooking the pool, neat bathroom, in room safe. Lovely, lovely.
Time for a rest and then a short walk takes me one street over to Polk St where I get to wander past a number of restaurants, small and quaint shops and watch people for a while.
And so here I am, SonTam in tummy, a bag of popcorn too; I have relaxed, been for a walk and even watched TV. Found my bearings and found a map. Tomorrow I hit those streets.
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