When I leave San Francisco, it’ll be by train, but the train doesn’t come into the city, and the cable cars don’t run out far enough, so Amtrak has some buses.
Given the consequences of missing the bus, and my own nature, I got up early one morning to see how long it’d take me to get to the bus stop in the dark, since I’d need to be there at 6:55 or so to meet the “be there a half-hour early” suggestion. Also, I wanted to make damn sure I had the right spot, as the signage only mentioned the connection to Emeryville, and the bus I wanted was going to Oakland.
Along the way, I tried taking a picture of Alcatraz in the dark.
I think we can all agree that it didn’t work well.
There were some folks with luggage at the spot, and a bus with an Amtrak sign arrived, so mission accomplished.
Photographed a few things on my way back.
My tourist thing of the day was to go and look at the Palace of Fine Arts, which is what this thing turned out to be.
Impressive entryway, with tiny humans and their puny human conveyances for scale.
Looming like a classically-designed alien landing craft, …
Yep, assuming that’s a window, not a … high relief? … those folks would be maybe 12′ tall? Possibly 15′?
Does anyone remember the old Trigan Empire comics?
In one of those hostel “yeah, why not?” moments, a group of us from Room 7 wandered down to watch the sunset.
From memory we had a Canadian, an Israeli, and a Bulgarian, plus me. I’m sure there’s a pub joke in there, but the hostel only had a cafe with an alcohol licence, and they were running a trivia night that night, so we’ll never know the punchline.
I didn’t take part in the quiz, though I did enjoy the music the quizmaster was playing between questions.