Blitzkrieg Tourism / San Francisco

Posted by Robert on the 24th of April, 2005 at 1:19 AM GMT0. Permalink.
Tags: Blitzkrieg Tourism, Drinking, San Francisco

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When I posted this, I was listening to: Evanescence - My Last Breath

I am a blitzkrieg tourist. I'm coining the phrase.

I drove when J, Moody, and I went to Louisville, Kentucky. We left after work. Got to the outdoor park about 6 hours later (around midnight). We skate a few hours, then drove around until 6 AM to find a place to stay. We ended up back at the same camp ground. We slept awhile, got food, and went back to the park. We skated a few hours until it got dark and the weather took a bad turn. We arrived home in 26-28 hours from when we left. That is blitzkrieg tourism.

Daniel and I went to San Francisco last night. We left at 6:00 PM, after work. We got there around 11 and went looking for a bar. We found the bar we wanted, which was Vesuvio's Bar, and had a beer (yes, I drank a beer). We were hoping there would be some chick[s] Daniel could throw himself out and score us a place to sleep for the night. Didn't happen. We drove around (lost) looking for a camp ground.

After driving through tons of San Francisco, we eventually found the Golden Gate Bridge (which is actually orange, instead of red). We wanted to camp in the Golden Gate Park. Again, no such luck. We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge (free), and realized we could not go back without paying the 5 dollar toll. Since we were on a budget, we decided to try to find camping in Marin county, which is on the other side of the GGB. We were looking for some camp ground that was off Conzelman Rd. The map at the lookout point was not to scale, so we ended up driving pretty far down the 1/101. I think we drove down the Tennessee Valley Rd. This was really dark, esp. considering I've lived in a well-lit city for almost a year now. I mentioned a story to Daniel that we discussed ages ago to set the (freak us out) mood. At this point, I was close to delirious, having been up almost 20 hours. We eventually turned around after finding that the camp ground was closed.

We headed back the way we came. Eventually, we stopped at a Denny's restaurant. Since there was street parking, and I didn't want a manager asking us to leave after we were well asleep, we decided to sleep on the public street.

Daniel had a hard time sleeping. I was out like a light. At 6:00 AM, we moved into the Denny's lot. After 8:00 AM, we ate food at Denny's and headed back to the bridge. We hiked up to a battery that overlooked the bridge. Then drove to a (closed) light house.

After (finally) getting out and (finally) getting out of Sausalito, we paid toll and went back into the city.

We then went to the crookedest street in the world and looked at all the nutty houses built on really vertical hills.

We then went to Cliff House which was supposed to have sunbathing seals. Guess it was the wrong season.

We grabbed some lunch on the way to the modern art museum. On the way, we realized we were out of disposable cash. Then, suddenly, the rain came. Deja Vu.

We decided we should head home. We got back about 26 hours after we left.

This, my friends, is Blitzkrieg Tourism, the not so ancient art of touring a city in less than 24 hours plus driving time.

We got home around 8PM on April 23rd. We tried to arrange a part, but it seems to have failed. I'll spell / accuracy check this later. Take this as a drunken man's account.

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