This was followed by a leisurely stroll to Union Square to pick up one of the many bus tours on offer. There was a short wait for the bus to turn up, so I took a seat on the square steps. Whilst seated, a guy came along, very carefully opened up the waste bin nearby, took out food containers and searched them for discarded food, and found nothing. He wasn't bothered. He just carefully closed up the waste bin and carried on his way. He looked like many of the other, what San Franciscans call, "homeless people" that drift around the streets. I have heard that some actually wander into hotels and help themselves to breakfast buffets. What really puzzled me was that shortly afterwards a well dressed woman, complete with case on wheels who could have been mistaken for a tourist, inspected the same bin for food.
Along came the bus and I hopped on, and had a brief chat with a young English couple who were cramming as much of America into two weeks as they could. Good luck to them. The tour took us around the outskirts of Chinatown, the Transamerica Pyramid, Lombard Crookedest Street, Coit Tower and terminated at Fisherman's Wharf. Here I had an hour to kill before the next bus took us onto the Golden Gate Bridge.
Alcatraz |
USS Pampanito |
SS Jeremiah O'Brien |
"Scooter" Convoy |
Golden Gate Bridge Shrouded in Mist |
Unusual Traffic Negotiations on Stockton Street |
City Hall Rotunda |
Haight Statue |
Three Faces Statue |
Since the Haight district lies some blocks to the west of the Civic Centre, I marched off in that direction. It is only when you do a lengthy hike like this that you realise just how hilly San Francisco is. Haight was the hippy Centre of the Summer of Love during the swinging '60s. The area contains some stunning "Victorian" architecture, though only a fraction of the buildings were built during her 1837 - 1901 reign. The Buena Vista Park, once known as Hippy Park, sits within Haight, and its summit beckoned me, partly due to the need for some strenuous exercise, but also due to the breathtaking panoramic views it offers. It was a tough climb to the top, but my, what splendid views. The park also contains a variety of wind-sculpted pines and cypresses, some dating back to before the park's foundation in 1867.
Colourful Hotel in Haight |
Haight Houses |
In the evening I dropped down a street from Geary and discovered a crowd of homeless people all gathered together looking as though they were getting ready to sleep against a wall for the night. They were in no way intimidating. Indeed I was touched to hear one of them asking one old fellow shuffling down the road if he was OK. They look out for one another.
A short distance down this road I came across a Moroccan restaurant. The menu looked interesting, so I went in. I have learned over the last six years how to go into a restaurant on my own, and now I can manage it without relying on a prop such as a book to hide behind. Life is too short to worry about self consciousness, and if a waiter gives me a bemused expression because I am on my own, I can give a steady, steely look back and an acerbic reply. To start with a chap brought a large bowl to my table and with my hands over the bowl, he poured warm lemon water from a kettle over my hands, after which I dried them on a towel. Rather grand and civilised plus essential since Moroccan's tend to eat with their fingers. I had a Moroccan lentil soup, followed by chicken cooked in almonds, raisins and honey. It was truly delicious food. The meal was followed by more hand washing, plus a Moroccan herbal infusion in which I detected cinnamon and mint. During the meal a belly dancer appeared and gyrated for half an hour. From where I was seated I was directly facing her. She was an attractive woman, but after a few minutes I just wanted to get on with my food. But there again I didn't want to appear rude. The other guys at adjacent tables were more interested in their mobile phones. It made me think, am I now too old to ogle at scantily clad women? Perhaps I'm losing touch with the female of the species.
Afterwards I headed off back to my hotel, still suffering from jet lag and lulled into a sleepy state by the gorgeous food. I was harshly woken from this blissful state by one hell of a bang about 50m behind me, which had heads poking out of windows and doorways. I then noticed a cloud of smoke drift away. Within 90 secs eight police cars had turned up. Apparently some clowns had set a bomb off next to a parking meter. I shan't let that disturb my sleep.