We arrived safe and sound in San Francicso on Friday. The flight wasn't too bad - assisted as I was by a glass or two of vino and a sleeping pill.
Having gained 8 hours on the clock our 10 hour flight meant we arrived the same early afternoon that we had taken off so there was plenty of time to explore the city in the Friday night.
Bush, Powell, Market, Folsom and Harrison. We walked them all, eventually stumbling upon the Lone Star Saloon - a friendly bear bar. We got comfy on a couple of bar stools and gratefully accepted the free BBQ pork sandwiches offered by the barman and flirty conversation by the patrons.
We were settling in just fine.