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After a long journey with only the walkman as company (thank you DJ Stu’s December mix for the eighteenth time) we arrived. San Francisco, the setting for Steve McQueen’s 1967 picture Bullitt. And famous for other stuff I spose. There are a few things tourists need to do in San Francisco else they run you over with a tram.

In at number 3. Look at a tram! Bonus points if it’s on a hill.

Hey you, it’s number 2. Visit Alcatraz.

Bonus round. How did Alcatraz’s infamous prisoner Al Capone die? Gunned down in a shootout? Choked after a drug overdose? Nope, it was syphillis. That’s right kids, wrap it up before you slap it up.

And the number one thing to do in San Francisco… go see the Golden Gate Bridge. Yes, we hand a camera to a stranger and give a cheesy ‘full endorsement’ to another of the world’s famous structures.

After San Fran we headed to Yosemite. We stayed at the Yosemite Bug – a ‘rustic mountain resort’. Within half an hour of our arrival we’d been roped into some photographs to show off the newly built health spa. We knew the drill, plus you never refuse a free sauna.

They put us in the dorm housing some of the employees. A German guy whose softly spoken articulate words betrayed his sizeable bulk and some Ukrainians. The German – Bastian – was a nice guy but from his bunk below me snored like a trooper. Every night his rumblings would start causing the 2 Ukrainian girls to hiss “Bastian!” and shake my bunk. This in turn set me and the guys off laughing. I guess you had to be there.
We fished out the walking boots for the first time since NZ. The Half Dome.

Yosemite Falls – the highest falls in North America.

The top of the falls just before it plummets.

A squirrel.

A Ford Mustang.

Huzzah!

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