San Francisco (without its weather) is the city I’d love to live in the most if I ever moved away from home. The food, the BART, the chocolate, my favourite bakery and ice cream place, the house in the opening titles of Full House… I’ve been to San Francisco a few times now and every single time I go, I visit the park, sing the opening theme song and reminisce about Becky, Jesse, Michelle and Steph.
TV talk aside, I could keep gushing about how livable this place is but instead I’ll recommend my favourite tour to do here – Alcatraz. It’s a quick ferry trip out to the abandoned prison island (purchase tickets through the tour company) and from the moment you get to the island, you’re entertained. You hear about the escape attempts, the riots and the living conditions. More amazingly, you get to hear most of it through an audio tour featuring the voices of ex-prisoners, guards or people who lived on the island. I’m not really doing it justice, so just do it – you’ll have a ball.
ELVIS. I love you so much Elvis. I love you so much I went and walked into one of the numerous Elvis stores in Las Vegas and bought so much of your memorabilia I felt like the true Las Vegas tourist. Then I went to the casino, lost twenty bucks and realized perhaps I wasn’t a true Las Vegas tourist because that was as much as I was willing to gamble. Twenty bucks would have bought me a lot of Snickers Bars. I had to smarten my act. I exchanged my poker chips for tickets to a few shows and spent my remaining time in Sin City watching people act out stories intermittently interrupted by song and dance.
What amused me the most about this city was that after travelling to quite a few places around the world for the past few months, I arrived in Las Vegas to see most landmarks recreated down the Strip. There were all the things I had seen, the Pyramids, the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, the Sphinx, the Empire State Building… Now I’m not saying they were as good as the real thing but it was a little bizarre to see them. Then again, natural daylight was also bizarre to see in Vegas so hey.
I’ve always loved strolling down Hollywood’s Walk of Fame, with all the people holding pamphlets asking if you’d like to be an extra in a movie, audition for a potentially big role or see where famous people live.
I’d like to say I’m not drawn into the whole celebrity-spotting thing myself, but I admit I saw a few celebrities and immediately adopted the role of ‘Undercover Agent Must-Get-A-Photo’. Yes, I know, where’s my cool? To be fair though, I didn’t go after them, they came to me – well, in a shared-the-same-physical-space-as-me sort of way. Because I’m so terrible at remembering names though, at one point I referred to someone as ‘JUST SHOOT ME!’ and another as ‘SEX IN THE CITY!’ Isn’t it awful when you’re not even a fan of a show but you get excited when you see people from it?
Celebrities aside, I’ll tell you what’s impressive about LA: the roads. SEVEN. LANES? SEVEN LANES? I’m only talking about lanes going in one direction by the way. On one of my trips in infamous LA traffic, I found myself on a freeway that spanned 14 lanes in total during one stretch. I think that’s the size of my suburb at home. No joke.
LA is always an interesting place to visit, a place filled with too many talented people and too few movies/shows/songs for them to share. On the upside though, I’m not one of those people so my visit is purely for the theme parks.