My partner behind the wheel and everything going to plan until we hit Lombard Street. “I can't drive down that” he yelled and unceremoniously got out of the driving seat, holding all the traffic up, giving me no choice other than to take over. It wasn’t all that bad at all: just a series of eight hairpin bends down a steep hill. That over with and not long after we arrived at our hotel.
Time for lunch so off to Fishermans Wharf. The place was buzzing, a magnet for tourists alike but it had a nice atmosphere. I tucked into a lobster roll, my partner ordered a tortilla. The sun was shining, it was a lovely day. Time to go back to the hotel for a wash and brush up for the evening’s entertainment.
By then is was time for a well deserved glass of wine. This city isn't easy to walk around. The hills are big and in the heat..! Something I noticed straight away on our first evening was that this city takes on a different feel at night. Not one I particularly liked, the homeless and beggars appeared from nowhere and were everywhere. Hands reaching out at every corner making me feel very wary and not so relaxed as I had hoped. Dinner over it was time for an early night. After all, it had been a long first day.