Be sure to wear a jumper and pack your fleece...
After weeks and weeks of coping with 30 degree heat everyday since Moscow; San Francisco was decidedly chilly. And wonderfully so.
I did all I wanted to. Nearly. Managed to get a decent hotel; after 2 nights in hostel in Saigontown I transferred to a wonderful hotel and a very kingsize bed. Oopspounds.
I managed to get me some new readymade glasses, $219.. ouch! (insce claim?)
And rode the Powell and Mason and other trams. Only for the fun though, they are so slow. And always full!
Had gumbo. And no, that's not an illness.
Went under and over the Golden Gate bridge (with fog) and around Alcatraz. And loved the hustle and bustle at Fisherman's Wharf with live buskers and street bands and street food vendors.
But again. So much despair, so many helpless, homeless, blank faces muttering, grovelling in the gutters and begging and such a feeling of hostility in the streets. That now means every city I have been to in the USA I have felt uncomfortable and unsafe.
I have succumbed. The call of home and family and very special people. I have reorganised my ROW in 81 days to ROW in 66 days and come home a week on Sunday. Time to see Seattle, do another train journey, find some tall trees and seeBoston.
Two months is a long time to be away from beans on toast with daddies sauce, Morrisons and Downton Abbey.
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