San Fran...the ending chapter (and pics)
I realized I combined some of the best speakers in previous blog posts. The only thing remaining is that, on the day I was to fly home, there was a bicycle race scheduled on Market Street. This would shut down all roads near the hotel from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m.–not good for flights. So I booked my flight home for 7 a.m. Yeah. Not good either.
As I walk out the hotel doors at 4:45 a.m., luggage in hand, the bellman asks me if I want to take a shuttle or a taxi to the airport. I glanced over at the shuttles, and who is standing there but VLADIMIR the race-car driver wannabe! I couldn’t believe my eyes. I smiled at the bellman, said, “Taxi, please,” and had a much calmer ride to the airport than the one to the hotel.
Below are several pics…I’ll keep posting a few of different areas.
The rickety bridge I took to tour the boat: