17th August – Tuesday

My final day in SF was spent without Emily, but rather with Shara and Peggy, two girls staying in our hostel room. Shara was from southern California, and Peggy is a journalist from France, who was doing research for an article she was going to write.

After spending what seemed like an eternity trying to get hold of the University of New Mexico to make arrival plans for the next day, the three of us hit the streets and headed for the Mission District.

Let me tell you now, the Mission was a bit bland during daylight hours, and we quickly skipped along to the Haigh-Ashbury District for some lunch (mmm sweet potato chips) and a bit of exploring.

From there, we stumbled across the Golden Gate Park, which we took our time strolling through, as there was so much to see (and so much we didn’t even have time to see!).

There were squirrels, strange plants, an indoor carousel and a very VERY long bench that had to be photographed because I knew no one would believe me otherwise.

As we made our way through the park, we discovered a display of flowers around a building that looked distinctly Indian (as in from India, not Native American), which I was thrilled by – as we all know how much I love India!

As the afternoon rolled on, we made our way back to the hostel where Shara was picked up by her friends, and Peggy wandered off to have a beer. I met back up with Emily, and we went for dinner with the other Australian girls at a neat little restaurant called Pinocchio’s that dished up some of the best gnocchi I’ve ever had.

It was a nice final day in San Fran, and I was excited about Albuquerque, but very sad to leave such a perfect city behind.

18th August – Wednesday

We were up at 3am for a disgustingly early shuttle pick up and the horrible 6am flight to Denver, with a short stop-over before hitting Albuquerque. More on that later.