We found our way from airport to downtown. The rush hour traffic ensured we had ample time to study the map and make lane decisions well in advance. R has learned that Stephen King monster trucks always have right of way even when you ahead of them on the highway, and our ridiculously oversized but comfortable Chevy gives us a degree of force compared with most other road users.
Give us a couple more days and no doubt we’ll be accustomed to increased size in every aspect of our lives.
We ordered a couple of appetisers last night which were delicious but which individually exceeded the normal portion size of a main course. Given the excessive parking costs for our excessive means of transport, future budgeting strategy may involve ordering one appetiser for six.
Our hotel rooms have the dimensions of the yachts inspiring their decor. We get plenty of exercise walking the length of it, and this may well compensate for the giant appetisers.
But it’s all glorious. A golden mist hung over the harbour area last night as we tried to walk off our excess calories. We spotted Alcatraz rising up from the misty blue. I tried scrambling onto an overturned box to get a good photo view. A passerby pointed me to the pier where hundreds of people milled around hanging over the rails, peering at the vista. “You’ll get the best view there,” he declared. I was a bit surprised to see so many people wanting to photograph Alcatraz; was it that iconic?
This morning the mist has cleared, and I see they were all hanging over the rails trying to get a view of the Golden Gate. Now that’s a real iconic view.