San Francisco

James and I were up early on Saturday morning for our flights to Heathrow and then on to San Francisco. All went smoothly. We enjoyed the delights of the British Airways lounges, and our carefully chosen seats upstairs on the A380 ensured that we were in a row of only two seats, so we didn’t have to climb over anyone when we wanted to go for a little stroll or to the toilet. We were plied with several airline meals and were even given choc ices. Keen to meet my fitness targets, I did some surreptitious jogging at the back of the plane during the ten hour flight. I needn’t have bothered though, because when we arrived at San Francisco we found that our airport hotel was right on the bay front, so after checking in we were able to go for a very pleasant sunset walk along the waterfront path. Since my watch had skipped backwards eight hours to San Francisco local time, I could easily have met my targets on the hour long walk. The views towards the airport and the city beyond were lovely in the gentle evening glow, with the sky lit up in pink, blue and gold.