At around 3pm we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge. The city looked absolutely amazing, sunlight glinting off the buildings downtown and the waves sparkling in the bay. One of the girls in the car giggled “home, sweet home” and then mentioned how glad she was to live in San Francisco. It struck me then that after almost two years I’m a big city boy again! I don’t think LA counts as I lived in the suburbs and worked in a ‘satellite’ city. I’m hoping San Fran will live up to my London experience, which was absolutely mind blowing and eye opening.

Now I just have to get off my arse and go explore the city. First on my list is the Asian Art Museum, though this time I’m going to print out some directions and get myself a compass. The first time I was in SF I tried to check the museum out, took the wrong turn a block away from the place and ended up wandering through some of the dodgiest neighborhoods. It was an interesting experience though, the highlight being a guy in a wheelchair head into an intersection at a red light to beg for food. Someone gave him a banana and he proceeded to sit in the middle of the intersection and calmly eat it while the light turned green and traffic surged around him!

If I see the purple lady again though I am heading straight home.