W i n d i n g ( 1 )

Yesterday started and ended with chickens. At least picturewise. My aunt keeps two in her garden, and they are laying eggs alot.


Chicken rocking in the early morning.

We got up somewhat early, and I had slept until 6.30 in the morning (today I woke up at 4.30). Jetlagged still.
We were going to San Francisco, and more specifically Telegraph Hill with its famus wild parrots.

I took a shower before we went, and used the local products. I used a shampoo that claimed to smell like strawberries and soymilk. I thought it smelled pretty chemical.
I didn't pay much notice to the conditoner, it was of a wellknown brand in Europe. But later, when we were climbing the hill, I ran my hand through my hair and I was shocked. It was smoother than silk. Smoother than I ever felt it. Gotta get me one of those!

We took the BART (subway) to Montgomery in SF, and from there we passed the financial districts, and slowly made our way up the tall and steep hill. I had totally forgotten about how tall the buildings are here. It's absurd.


In the middle is SF's landmark in the skyline, The Pyramid.

On the hill, the view was incredible. There were no parrots to be seen, but we heard one and spotted a colibri. We ate lunch there, my aunt brought fresh bread and brie(-like) cheese and apricots and caprisuns.
We also had some honeysuckle that my aunt's husband found.


Me and cousins, halfway up the hill.

That thick line over the water is Bay Bridge.


From left: Tilting grounds, view from Telegraph Hill (halfway up the pyramid!), purple house, and silky hair.

Honeysuckle, cousin, weird flower, very tiny parking spot, and the first of many stairs.

After lunch we continued to Coit tower. The way there consisted of wooden stairs in a jungle. We heard more parrots but couldn't see them.
The tower was crowded, and I had been at the top before, on my first visit when I was 12. So we just looked at the murals on the first floor and then went out to enjoy the view from Pioneer Park just outside.


Shirt at Coit Tower gift shop.

From there we took even more stairs down hill, and eventually reached Embarcadero, which maybe would be the Sunset Boulevard of SF.

I'll continue this post when I'm back from Santa Cruz, tomorrow night. We're going in a couple of hours and I need to get dressed and eat.

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