"Did you see that dead person in the front of that car?" - Chris Christodoulou

"I got hit on by a guy; he was Chinese and had good hair." - James Jacobs

Today we made our way to San Francisco. First things first... breakfast. After failing to find a Denny's nearby our hotel, we were convinced by Chris to purchase a smoothie from Jamba Juice. It seems Chris was the only one to walk away enjoying his smoothie... Marc's tasted like vomit.

On our way home from Chili's last night, we found a little companion to finish the rest of our travels with us. He called out to us, and we couldn't resist - can we please introduce to you, the fifth member of our trip (only 10 days late)... Dashboard Minion! Unfortunately, he lost one of his feet in a battle, but we don't judge... he is an equal!

Stopping off for ANOTHER Denny's we filled up with petrol and took a detour towards the coast to make sure we drove to San Francisco at least part of the way on the Pacific Coast Highway. With clear skies and temperatures of 80 degrees, our little Dashboard Minion chose a good day to join us on the road. While James and Marc took control of navigation, Chris and Nick enjoyed a good ole air guitar session along to Sweet Child O' Mine.

Driving over Half Moon Bay, we enjoyed a very scenic drive towards the pacific coast. We came across a hitchhiker along the way; however, Tina's voice echoed in the back of our minds and we thought it best to not pick him up, despite the fact he was going to San Francisco. For the record Tina, he was ginger, had a skateboard and looked cool and trendy... but whatever! We don't think there was any blood on his axe ;)
We can safely say that the pacific coast is not all that it's cracked up to be; however, this is due to the fact that as soon as we drove through the mountains and hit the highway (listening to Boys of Summer by The Ataris), we drove into a flippin' cloud and couldn't see anything. I'm sure on a brighter day, it would look splendid.

Fortunately, weather was on our side as the clouds disappeared on our approach to San Francisco and we received a warm welcome. That was until we looked closer at what we were driving through; we had hit the s**t pit of the town, and only prayed we didn't have our hotel located in the middle of it. Approaching our hotel we weren't sure what to make of it - that was until the guy in front of us wanted to check out and get a refund as someone was dealing drugs in the corridors of the hotel. We all agreed, we were likely to die; we were either going to be murdered or die through purchasing dodgy drugs ;) just kidding! If anyone reading this lives in San Francisco, please save us...

We took a trip to the Golden Gate Bridge and had a few pictures taken. It was very windy, and Marc was the only one smart enough to bring a jumper. After seeing how excited Chinese people got over catching crabs, we headed back to our hotel, where it seemed we had collected homeless people outside.

It came to that time where laundry needed to be done - and boy do we wish we had chosen another location to do it. Finding the worst laundrette in San Francisco, we walked there past the multiple hobos and crack addicts who warmed to us like a moth to a flame. One crack addict even had the decency to name us the 'skinny jean crew' - thanks very much. We made sure we spent as little time doing laundry as possible, dropped our clean clothes back to the room (which hadn't been broken into yet) and took a walk to find an ATM. What's funny is that one block away it becomes really nice and pleasant with Bentley garages (and crazy people shouting in the road), but it seems we were slightly situated in hoboville. San Francisco definitely has its ups and downs. We got some money, got changed and headed to Fisherman's Wharf for some dinner - seafood, nom nom!

The morning after...

We went out out, not just out, but out out. And we did it in style - at an average of $30 per round, it was safe to say we must have spent about $400 on drinks. No one vomited due to fear of losing a LAD point. After necking back multiple jägerboobs, we made our way to the dance floor to make shapes. With our ridged dance moves, we stood out like peacocks and it worked in our favour, because by the end of the night James was offered a drink by a Chinese man with lovely hair. Well done James!
Heading home, we all crashed out and are currently pay for it this morning... well Chris is anyway.

For those following our blogs, we've got a little game for you...

In some of our photos that we'll start uploading, our little Dashboard Minion will be hiding somewhere. Have fun looking for him ;)

On to Alcatraz!