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My notes for San Francisco read as follows:
- Mechanical Monkey Band
- Terrifying laughing Sally thing
|Best. Game. Ever.|
- Deathstar (Star Wars Arcade Game. See above)
- Clam chowder
- Cablecar (obviously)
- Pirate Shop
- Baboon with wings
The pirate shop refers to 826 Valencia - San Francisco's only independent pirate store. It is exactly as brilliant as it sounds. The last point refers to the shop next door to this, which stocked the most incredible array of bizarre taxidermied animals I have ever seen. It was purely import laws and luggage allowance which stopped us from spending the rest of the trip carting around a full-sized angry baboon with peacock wings grafted onto its back. Because I don't have enough of those.
- Aquarium with chinchillas.
- Hotel smells of chinese soup.
- Scary Christmas shop (SO insisted we buy cable car Christmas tree decorations. Sometimes I worry, I really do).
- TERRIFYING CAR DRIVING HILL ARRRRRRGGGGHHHH
This last point is written in SO's writing. Due to the fact that I went down with the Worst Cold Ever as soon as we landed and was basically flu-ridden for the first week, SO was designated driver in San Francisco. You've seen Bullet, right? It's just like that in real life. Only scarier and with more screaming.
- Hat shop (didn't go in)
- EPIC hat shop (hat regret).
The hat regret was because - for reasons I can only attribute to temporary insanity brought on by an overdose of cough medicine - I decided against buying this:
|I'm choking up a bit now, just thinking about what might have been|
After San Francisco, we followed the Redwood Trail north along the Pacific Coast and through endless forests of ENORMOUS trees. The minutes of this journey look like this:
- Many big trees.
- Bendy roads.
- Smoke in trees.
- Bored of trees.
Occasionally they are punctuated with moments of excitement, such as:
- Gualalalalalalaalala (I think this was the name of a town we stopped in to buy crisps. I can't be sure)
- Drove through a tree!!!!!
|See? Drive-through tree.|
The rest of this page of notes is one big scribble, pertaining to the fact that SO walked into a glass door and that this was 'my favourite thing so far, better than the Monkey Orchestra'.
I leave this instalment with a picture of our view from the Crescent Beach Motel window. The Pacific is beautiful to look at, but bugger me it's noisy to sleep next to.
|Pacific Ocean - a noisy neighbour|