Woke up early for a City Bus Tour which provided us with a real insight into the city. I'd have loved to have had some of whatever the bus driver was on - he never stopped singing, shouting, joking etc all the way through the tour!
Saw all the major bits and pieces although we weren't told when we went past Mrs Doubtfire's house - bugger!- although we did see where Robin Williams lives. Other points we visited included the school where O.J. Simpson and Joe DiMaggio were taught to play sport, the highest point in the city, Golden Gate Bridge and Fisherman's Wharf.
In the afternoon we had a pre-booked trip to Alcatraz which was really interesting. It was fascinating to find out about all the different inmates, especially one known as Vince 'The Mince' Mason who always ended up picking up the soap.
Bumpy ride back to the mainland where we wandered around Pier 39 for a couple of hours before hailing a cab to North Beach for an Italian meal - which was recommended by our all singing, all dancing tour guide ... thank God he wasn't there!
After the meal, we discovered that we hadn't the faintest idea where the hell we were and it was getting dark! Not wishing to accidentally stroll into the Tenderloin, or for that matter the Rainbow District, we hailed another cab. Somehow, whenever Dad and I get a taxi the driver is always a maniac. Tonight's was no exception. Not content with almost taking out a rival taxi, he then preceded to beep his horn for what seemed an eternity when a car pulled out only for him to mutter, "Fucking Tourists!"
Relieved to still be alive, we paid him and in our best American accents exclaimed, "Thanks Buddy!"
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