An evening in San Fran

We checked into our hotel late in the arvo, and decided to head out for the evening. The sun does not set til 7 or so, which gave us some daylight to work with.

We wandered down to the wharves, which is about 15 minutes walk from the hotel.
Saw the huge crowd gathered here


Watched the pterodactyl sized seagulls hang about for food.


At this point, Johnny was under the girls’ spell, and did what they said ...


He heard the call ‘pose for a photo’, and jumped to attention



Found some funky beanies


Found a SF icon




Whilst we knew the clam chowder at the Wharves was a bit touristy, and not the best on offer, we still decided to try it.
It was OK, but we look forward to having some real good stuff next time we return.
But the beers we had were very nice.

It was nice sitting next to the fireplace as the temp was starting to drop.



Big thumbs up to this beer.


There were all sets of strange creatures at this place.


Which sent Rel and Jen fleeing the store.



We wandered around the Wharves district at night, because it had live muss, a good sized crowd, and a good buzz, and most importantly, shopping.





Every time John found a place to visit that was deemed ‘unsavoury’, he was outvoted 3-1. He has to work on that voting system.

To be fair, he was allowed to linger as long as he liked in the NFL shop...


But everyone agreed to go to the chocolate shop.



John made some new friends



It was just a great fun night, seeing the sights at Fisherman Wharf, browsing through shops etc, although John now realised he had developed a serious injury to his hand. The pain would affect his sleep for a couple of nights. Turns out he had a quite painful outburst of RSI. Repetitive Shopping Injury. John thought it was a bit of a giggle too, until he realised he could hardly open and close his hand properly, nor get some sleep. Based on the amount of shopping to come, John realised it was just time to suck it up, and learn to adapt!

NB - any chance that this injury was somehow related to when he broke his hand when he hit a tree on his MTB late last year is entirely unfounded!


Then we walked home up Polk St, back to our home in Broadway St (for those familiar with SanFran). We had felt safe all night, which was good.