San Fran Sunday

To say we walked a lot on this day would be the understatement of the honeymoon. Sir Edmund Hillary, G0d bless his soul, would have been proud. Those streets don't stop going up and down, and back down again. We climbed about, not lying, like, I'm saying, almost, maybe over, one thousand steps to get to the base of Coit tower which affords you fantastic views over downtown San Francisco, Alcatraz and the Golden Gate bridge. You also get to see the most crooked street in the world which runs zig-zag for a couple hundred meters. It was apparently build in this fashion so horses could go up and down the steep hill.

We walked around the coastline having a look what the many piers had to offer, eventually stopping at pier 39 where we ate some clam chowder (not my best ever) and went to see the 'bunch.. pride.. herd..' of sea lions who were jostling for place on the jetty. We stood there for ages with the crowds laughing at the younger ones playing the fool, only for the big ol' daddy to come round and shut them up by pushing them back into the harbour water.

When our poor legs couldn't handle it anymore we we got our car back and drove around the area near Alamo park admiring the beautiful Victorian houses painted in a variety of colours. We also had a chance to drive by the house where the Manson family lived, which is a very nice house I must add, here Celia says they plotted to kill a whole bunch of people in the 70's.. never heard of them myself..?

I again attempted to get the best Golden Gate Bridge picture ever which involved me stopping the car at every inopportune moment even walking onto the tee box at this golf course. I think I put those guys off so much because 3 of them hit it straight into the bay to my amusement.