I’m getting used to the states now. I’ve been keeping right on the sidewalk, tipping only when you’re meant to, and generally going round cheering up the grumpy Americans. I’ve noticed the Americans I encounter when I’m out and about are either really grumpy or really overly happy. They never seem to be in between! However the ones I’ve made friends with are more balanced so it’s not a blanket rule.
So today is Saturday. Yesterday I slept in and then went to the mall. Seven stories at that. As much as I adore these new experiences, I have become a bit Karl Pilkington-like. I didn’t like most of the clothes. They’re all neon crop tops or country style. Still awesome to look around though. I got a Haagen Daaz (spelling wrong) ice cream and the guy made a big show of telling me all the sizes wrong as a joke but I got confused.
THEN I went to the San Francisco ballet, the oldest ballet company in America. My favourite piece was called Hummingbird and set to a composition from Philip Glass. It was the same music as heard in The Truman Show and it was one of the most moving dances I’ve ever seen. It was more jazz than ballet so I was super stoked.
Look at how ridiculously beautiful these curtains are!
When I got back my new friends wanted to head out so we tried to talk to each over a covers band. We then realised if we got beers at a diner it would be so much easier to chat. There are a lot of Aussies who went to Coachella staying here.
Today I went on a walking tour with the hostel to The Mission. I only had time to eat a banana before we left and our first stop was a biker bar. I was recommended to order a Bloody Mary. I’m totally down for new experiences so I obliged. But it was extremely spicey so I only managed a few sips.
Then we saw awesome street art, ate more Mexican (is it bad if I say I still prefer it in NZ…), saw the oldest building and ended up in Dolores Park. This place is crazy. Instead of going to the beach, people take a rug and sit there all day. It’s like a music festival without the music. I was in an exploring mood so I left the group (we had finished anyway), and went to Castro the gay district.
The amazing thing about San Francisco is that every neighbourhood is so incredibly different. Walk a few streets one way and you’re in a poor, homeless area, walk a few the other way and it’s wealthy with gay couples and their dogs. Castro is definitely a must visit for gay guys.
I walked 20 mins to Haight Ashbury and I was in an awesome K Rd style hippy and vintage shopping street. The neighbourhoods are all so diverse. They had a sock shop so I bought some Haight Ashbury socks.
By 8pm the shops were closing and I was exhausted. So I put warmer clothes on and headed to Fisherman’s Wharf. I tried dinner at Hard Rock Cafe and it was the worst fish burger I’ve ever had. It had a tinge of rubbish and metal taste to it. Shudder. My overly friendly waiter offered dessert but I wasn’t gong to risk it. So far the only food I’ve liked here was Thai so maybe I’ll just stick to Asian cuisine for now.
There was an awesome saxophonist at pier 39 and an even awesomer guy boogying away to him.
To finish the night my hostel peeps and I had drinks at the lounge.
Til next post,