San Francisco - whoo boy talk about my favourite city!
Cause after visiting San Francisco its still Kuala Lumpur...
Nah its pretty bloody good here. There's no doubt that its beautiful. Row after row of amazing and expensive houses until you just wish Flanders was dead. What has really hit me about downtown San Francisco is just how...bi-polar it is. Its beautiful, colourful, prides itself on its Liberal views, and yet, right in front of the Bently Prestige car showroom where you swoon over how cheap lovely cars are over here is a cadre of homeless people sleeping in the chill breeze... Two blocks from the most expensive shopping mall I've ever been in feels like a war zone with yells and honking and smells that would make a Bankok residend gag. Its beautiful sun downtown with the smell of hotdogs and popcorn on the air, flags flying, and a 15 minute bus ride away on the bride your freezing your arse off in the dense obscuring fog as you cling on for dear life to the famous "international red" handrails and look down at the cold, cold deep water so far below.
...and its all brilliant. Its an amazing mash of experiences, and theres no doubt as to why so many people love this place. It feels alive. No featureless plain of suburbs is this town, it rises and falls and twists and turns till your stomach (and legs!) just cant take any more! The food is amazing. The people, all of them, friendly and happy to talk. The views stunning, and the architechture breathtaking (personally I'm more impressed by the bay bridge than the Golden Gate - but dont let the authorities in on that).
One thing to be wary of over here is not to be too sensitive about your accent. None of these bloody yanks can tell the difference between Aussie, New Zealand, English, Irish - and believe it or not - sometimes even French and German... its not like I walk around calling these guy Venezualen or anything... one poor lady had no idea what I was on about when asking if she was using all the chairs at her table...
"Are you using all these chairs?"
"What?!"
"Oh... are you using these chairs?"
"WHAT?! I dont HAVE and cheese!"
"Nono! chaiRRRRRS"
...
...oh and its Gay Pride weekend... busiest damn day of the year here... nice planning Jue...
Cause after visiting San Francisco its still Kuala Lumpur...
Nah its pretty bloody good here. There's no doubt that its beautiful. Row after row of amazing and expensive houses until you just wish Flanders was dead. What has really hit me about downtown San Francisco is just how...bi-polar it is. Its beautiful, colourful, prides itself on its Liberal views, and yet, right in front of the Bently Prestige car showroom where you swoon over how cheap lovely cars are over here is a cadre of homeless people sleeping in the chill breeze... Two blocks from the most expensive shopping mall I've ever been in feels like a war zone with yells and honking and smells that would make a Bankok residend gag. Its beautiful sun downtown with the smell of hotdogs and popcorn on the air, flags flying, and a 15 minute bus ride away on the bride your freezing your arse off in the dense obscuring fog as you cling on for dear life to the famous "international red" handrails and look down at the cold, cold deep water so far below.
...and its all brilliant. Its an amazing mash of experiences, and theres no doubt as to why so many people love this place. It feels alive. No featureless plain of suburbs is this town, it rises and falls and twists and turns till your stomach (and legs!) just cant take any more! The food is amazing. The people, all of them, friendly and happy to talk. The views stunning, and the architechture breathtaking (personally I'm more impressed by the bay bridge than the Golden Gate - but dont let the authorities in on that).
One thing to be wary of over here is not to be too sensitive about your accent. None of these bloody yanks can tell the difference between Aussie, New Zealand, English, Irish - and believe it or not - sometimes even French and German... its not like I walk around calling these guy Venezualen or anything... one poor lady had no idea what I was on about when asking if she was using all the chairs at her table...
"Are you using all these chairs?"
"What?!"
"Oh... are you using these chairs?"
"WHAT?! I dont HAVE and cheese!"
"Nono! chaiRRRRRS"
...
...oh and its Gay Pride weekend... busiest damn day of the year here... nice planning Jue...
