My last day in San Francisco. By the time I have breakfast and finish packing my bags, it is 11. It is raining again so I decide to spend some time at the Aquarium.
If I am honest, I find it a little disappointing, although that may be because I have visited some excellent aquariums in the past. Considering the entrance of $17, it is very small, with the main exhibit being two underwater tunnels.
There is nothing really wrong with the place, but I have pretty much done it all in an hour.
I go on to look around the pier again, which has a good mixture of shops and restaurants. I stop to eat, and order a calamari starter, and a BBQ steak and shrimp combo, with a beer.
It seems that it is not my day. My beer arrives, but then after a 20 minute wait, my main course appears. I point out that I haven’t received my starter yet, but the main looks good (and is), so I ask them to just cancel the calamari off my check. I have barely started on my main when a bowl of calamari turns up. I send it back, and get an uncomprehending look when I say that the point of a starter is that it comes before the main course, and now my steak and shrimp are here, I would like to eat them while they are hot.
After some discussion, the unwanted squid is removed, and I am allowed to get back to my lunch.
I realise that this has irritated me more than it should, and perhaps the holiday is over. It’s hard to relax with your eye on the clock, so I head back to the hotel to claim my bags.
I was planning to be a cheapskate and get to the airport by public transport. I already have a pass for the streetcar into town, and the BART to the airport is (I believe) $8. However, it is now pouring outside, so I ask the hotel to call me a cab, which gets me to the airport extremely early, but I am warm and dry and have a book to read.