Day 2 - The Marina, Public Transport and Weather

Platform - Bart SFO

We were assured that when we  arrived it would be fine although only 14 degrees.  Actually it turned out to be rather showery.

Our accommodation

Getting through border control took an age because they want your finger prints and photo.  There was also the inevitable queue but they were friendly enough.  By the time we got to the baggage carousel my bag was not on it.  Bev's arrived nearly last and still mine had not appeared.  We spoke with a marginally friendly person who finally looked up my name and said that it was on the manifest.  Finally she went for a long walk and found it.  It had been taken off and that was done around the other side of the carousel from where we standing.  I had seen them standing up the cases so assumed, wrongly, that they did not take them off.  Finally we got through the queues got a public transport pass and found the train.  According to the public transport website we had to get off at Daly City and take a No 28 bus.  Remarkably the bus stop right at exit from the train station.  The bus took us on a very direct route to our AirBnB.  By the time we reached our destination it was raining  and our host Sandor welcomed us into their house which was on a busy road.

After dropping our luggage we found a bus and headed for the CBD. 

Lost or just trying to find his way!

It was a very easy ride and by sheer luck I managed to get us off at the right stop so I could go and look for my Ecco shoes.  That proved to be a rather frustrating activity as they had the shoe I wanted but not in my size.  Apparently I have a foot size that everyone has.  Why they don't order more of those in is beyond me.  I shall try again in Canada.  I have to say shoes are significantly cheaper in the US. 


That night we found a cheap Mexican restaurant close to where we were staying.  It was very busy but the food was nice.  One of the servers described himself as a New Zealander after he heard where we came from.  It turned out that his mother was a New Zealander whose family were all in Auckland and he went back to New Zealand on an annual basis.  Not only that he had been to the sevens last year.  The restaurant was full of young people and we were almost the only ones there over 40.