We leave Hollywood, Los Angeles and go north on Highway 101, passing Santa Maria and Santa Barbara following the pacific coast all the way to San Luis Obispo. After crazy Hollywood we found a place where we could just walk around, relax, shop for a bit and regain some energy for the last obstacles ahead – San Luis Obispo is just the right place for that.

Mission of San Luis Obispo
As a sleepy college town it has many typical American restaurants and bars and is just a drive away from the beach. It is famous for its Mission San Luis Obispo De Toloso and Madonna Inn, a hotel with themed rooms and interior.
As always, the journey is the adventure and we meet another English fellow who has been travelling around South America since October 08. He was also on his final trip up to Seattle and looked tired. I thought it was quite funny that he missed out on all the news since October last year, he didn’t even know that Madonna was divorced. 
We spend a lovely two nights there and enjoyed the sunshine before we went on our last and final Greyhound trip to San Francisco.

Downtown San Francisco
We come into San Francisco peninsula crossing the Bay Bridge coming east from Oakland. Already from far away we can see the shape of the Golden Gate Bridge and the island of Alcatraz.
We stayed in a HI Hostel in Downtown San Francisco and shared the room with a German and a Swiss guy – both very nice and amazed when we tell them from our journey so far. To start our San Francisco experience we have dinner in a typical 50’s restaurant. The burger was okay but I wasn’t very happy with my fish & chips – therefore we didn’t bother giving the waiter much tip (which you know has to be done in America, usually about 15 %), very much for the anger of our waiter who seemed a bit peeved when we left.
We had a walk around town and got to Union Square (edged by many high-profile shops), then Chinatown where I enjoyed a coconut snow (coconut smoothie) and down to the port of San Francisco where we take some pictures of the amazing skyline of Bay Bridge.

Bay Bridge at night
The next morning we pack our bags and decide to see Alcatraz. We took one of the famous Cable Cars up and down the hills – passing Lombard and the ‘crookedest’ street - to Fisherman’s Wharf.

Cable Cars are turned around manually

Doris enjoys rides on the Cable Cars
Unfortunately we had to change our plans as we only managed to get tickets for the next day and decided to rent out a tandem bicycle and cycle from Pier 33 along Fishermans’ Wharf up to Fort Mason where we get on the Golden Gate Bridge and cycle all across to Sausalito and back.

Robert and Doris on their cycle tour over the Golden Gate Bridge

Amazing view of the Golden Gate Bridge
It was just amazing and the view even more so!
Being quite drained already, we walk up the ‘crookedest’ street that was quite busy with tourists sitting in cars going down.
We decided to save our feeds and take the bus to the Golden Gate Park. I really wanted to see the famous Japanese tea garden, but only managed to get a glimpse from it outside as it was already closed. Even today they serve tea in the traditional Japanese manner.

Famous landmark in the Castro District
For the evening, we choose to have dinner at the ‘Castro’ district. If you have seen ‘Milk’ in the cinema or if you are a bit familiar with Fricso’s history, Harvey Milk was the first openly gay man to be elected to public office in California and launched his movement from his office in the Castro district, a formerly very Catholic neighbourhood. Nowadays, Castro is famous for its rainbow flags and gay community and its close by Hippie and free love history in Haight-Ashbury. Milk’s former office is still there, highlighted by a sketch showing Milk in his glory days.
We go into a gay bookstore and get into a conversation with a nice gay local – he tells us about the area and it’s losing character as houses become unaffordable and its changing into rich neighbourhood. Sad somehow :/
The following day, Tuesday according to my calendar, we finally get to see Alcatraz. Jinxed as it is, the weather had changed and it was rainy. Our boat was scheduled for 1pm so decided to have a steep hike up the Telegraph Hill to the Coit Tower beforehand, where we have an amazing view of downtown San Francisco and the pier.

Cruise to Alcatraz Island
We get to the pier on time for the boat and cruise to the island of Alcatraz. Alcatraz was one of the most secure prisons in the country and Al Capone’s home. It was supposed to be inescapable but three men managed to escape. It was closed in 1963, but took over from 1969 - 1971 by Native Americans occupying it as their land.
We get back to the mainland about 4pm and catch the Cable Car back to Powell station, where we take the BART train to Hayward to meet our friends from New York. Al and Jo have invited us to stay with them for a couple of days, which we gladly accept. Al and Jo are both retired and have a nice and comfortable house sharing it with two cats in Hayward on the East Bay. They invite us to have a trip around the east bay for the next day.
We get up late the next day and drive up to Oakland, where we have lunch with a friend of theirs called Rod. After that, Jo drives us to Berkeley, one of the top ten universities in the country. We have a walk around the campus and I buy myself a Berkeley top.
We take the scenic route to Grizzly peak back and have a final shopping stroll at Castro Valley before we get back home for dinner.
The next day was our last and final day in California and the US of A ☹ As Jo had a doctor’s appointment in downtown San Francisco, Al offers us a car tour around Lincoln and Golden Gate Park. We pack our backpacks for the very last time, say goodbye to the two lovely cats and take a nice picture before we leave their home.

Our friends Al and Jo
About 4pm Al drops us off at the San Francisco International airport - it is weird, but not any moment before that I have thought of going home. It made me sad and I really didn’t feel ready to leave yet. I hadn’t had enough yet, there was still so much to do and see!
Anyway, we didn’t have any other option but to check our bags in and get ready to board the plane back home. Jo even packed us lunch for the long flight – that was so nice of her and I’d like to say thank you so much again if she ever reads this.
We have a non-stop 12 hours flight into London Heathrow Airport. We were scheduled to get there about noon (GMT). We had an overnight flight but didn’t manage to get any sleep at all; instead I watched Bolt, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and Rachel getting married.
We arrived in London on a bank holiday Friday – which makes getting home even worse! Many train lines were out of service and they had replacement busses running and so it took us about 4hrs to get back to Southend (instead of the usual 2, considering it’s West London)
But it doesn’t end here – once walked into the doors of our lovely small flat, a foully smell nearly knocks us down – the electric ran out while we were gone and the (sparely) left food in fridge and freezer went off. Oh well, oh well – home sweet home, baby!
We thought as we managed to stay up for more than 24hrs we would be able to fight the jet lag, but it wasn’t so. It took us a while to get used to the time zone again and had some trouble going to sleep before 4am or getting up before 1pm.
Now, we are back for 11 days and I am still catching up with my blog and what has happened. UK and work has us back and many, many wonderful memories are left from our trip across the USA. Finally, we did it and fulfilled ourselves a small dream: we crossed the American continent ☺