Europe pit-stop and San Francisco, a.k.a sightseeing in the fog
After our journeys across Tasmania, New Zealand, NT & Western Australia, we simply had to take a holiday from our holiday. No more going from place a to place b, no more setting up and tearing down our sleeping quarters, no more driving 10 hours straight. Now we wanted to lie in bed until 11am, read and be fed by our parents.
4 weeks in Finland and a couple more in Dublin were mostly spent like this although there was a lot of festivals, summer house weekends and of course “a few pints” every evening in Dublin. I forgot how big real pints are (disclaimer: I used to order half pints during my time in Dublin).
Feeling as re-charged as a Bondi it-girl who had just attended a two thousand dollar get-away in Bali we headed out for the next adventure to San Francisco and Burning Man. If I can give you a tip for Burning Man – get rest before that because most likely you won’t be able to get it during the week. Or at least we couldn’t with our first-timers setup where you can’t usually sleep past 9am because it’s way too hot.
San Francisco showed its best sides to Richie right away as I had booked a hotel in the area that houses a lot of the city’s homeless people. It wasn’t Tenderloin so I think we were grand. During the next two days, we pretty much ran through the usual sights – visiting Coit Tower was a fourth time for me – but we ended up not actually seeing that much because of Karl the Fog. I’ve only ever visited San Fran before June and haven’t witnessed the famous all-covering clouds that roll in and now we got to experience it all.
My favourite spot to take a photo of San Francisco
I seem to only have photos of Richie and the fog.
Another quite amusing feature of our travels is Richie not being impressed by some attractions. While visiting Painted Ladies this cranky Irishman was heard saying “They're just fucking houses in a row. Four fucking houses... in a row. How is this a thing? All of these people have been scammed!” I think that pretty much sums up what it’s like to travel with this guy.
The infamous Painted Ladies with Karl hovering in the background
