San Francisco Travel Blog› entry 23 of 93 › view all entries
Having stopped at Leggat for breakfast and some pretty pricey gas it was onwards down the coast to San Francisco. Being in Redwood National park we took the opportunity to drive through a tree, a pretty surreal and nerve-racking experience (there was almost no margin for error). It was a beautiful day which meant scenic stops every 5 mins to admire the awesome coastline (and the odd eagle or two). Needless to say, with the car due in San Fran for 6pm, we were cutting it quite fine. We weren´t heped at all by an hour delay on the freeway due to a pretty nasty-looking accident involving an overturned cement lorry, or something of the sort.
Driving over the Golden Gate bridge was amazing and also provided spectacular views of the city beyond. With Ads on map duty ( I had cunningly opted to sit in the back), we spent the next hour negotiating our way through the city and looking for the drop-off point. Understandably, tension mounted and tempers frayed when it was discovered that the reason we couldn´t find it was because we were looking for the wrong street! Anyway, we managed to deposit the car back with seconds to spare. Finding the hostel proved stressful having forgotten to print off the address or remember the correct name (Adelaide Hostel - two blocks from Union Square) but once stumbled upon, it was a cracking place to stay, very central and $5 dollar dinners on offer every night.
Taking advantage of the hostels free breakfast, the morning was spent touching base with parents and indulging ourselves in a spot of shopping. Much to my delight, our hostal was right in the middle of the shopping district with Macys on our doorstep so I was well and truly set for the next 5 days! However, with Nick limiting me to a mere hour, I was reluctantly dragged me from the shops and we headed for the hop-on hop-off city bus tour and headed to Pier 39 at Fisherman´s Wharf. Fishermans Wharf provides a bit of everything, beautiful coastlines, tacky shops, bars, restaurants and more shops.
Arriving back at the hostel, we cashed-in on our $5 dinner (actually very tasty) and headed out again to a great little Irish bar (The Irish Bank) before calling it a day.
The next morning saw stunning weather so we took the bus to San Frans coastline (Ocean Drive Beach) and indulged in a couple of hours sunbathing (working towards ticking off another of Ads must do´s - get wicked tan).
For our last full day in San Fran, we wanted to go and explore Nob Hill, an affluent and trendy part of the city. Nick had already tried to drag Ads and I up the 45 degree hill that led to the area on the first day, but after a mix up with directions, Nick had trouble locating the exact part (yes, thats right, Nicks map reading skills were in definite need of fine tuning at this point!) Anyway, today we decided to catch the tram and when we arrived, we found a bustling area and after a quick coffee break, we caught another tram to the Bay via Lombard Street, the worlds most crocked street. Once we reached Pier 39, we had a tour booked for Alcatraz so hopped aboard a boat to take us the 20 minute journey to the island. Here we did the audio tour around the main cell block, stopping for the obligatory prison cell pictures and listening to several of the attempted escape stories.
Tommorrow would see us pick up another hire car and take the road to LA. We had all really enjoyed our time in this quirky and lively city and although I was sad to say goodbye, Rodeo Drive and Hollywood weren´t far away and we couldn´t wait. San Francisco really lives up to the hype as an uber-cool, relaxed and friendly place to spends a few days.