After arriving 2 hours late to San Francisco, we just wanted to get to our hotel, freshen up and to explore. We made our way to the airport exit and grabbed a ride with the first shuttle we saw. Probably not the best idea, but the price was right. We climbed into a less than desirable van. The outside was deceiving. Lol! Clive and I shared many ‘looks’ wondering if we made the right choice. Traffic in San Francisco is crazy, and our driver fit in perfectly. I’m beginning to think people here drive with one hand on the wheel and the other on the horn. OMG! An innocent driver making a left turn across traffic seems normal to me, but warrants an echo of horns here. Crazy!
We took a night tour of San Francisco with the company Big Bus. The tour was pretty good overall, but things got chilly fast. I have to admit I wasn’t a fan of being on the top deck when we hit the Bay Bridge at full speed. Seemed kinda crazy to be on the top deck of a double decker with no seat belt on a busy highway. Clive only admitted today that he thought it was crazy, too. Nice!
Back at our hotel we were welcomed to a bottle of champagne to celebrate our 11th anniversary. What a nice gesture from the hotel … but with the cost per night, they should probably be giving us a few bottles a night.
Tomorrow we’re off to Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge, stay tuned.