We had a final stroll around the area near our San Francisco hotel before we left, we always have a feeling of "limbo" on the last day of a trip, knowing that time is almost up.
Coffee anyone?
The houses in this part of SF really are exclusive and trendy, apparently Jonny Ives of Apple fame has a town residence nearby, a retreat from Silicon Valley no doubt. The hotel receptionist told me that a local house had recently been sold for $35 million.
Real estate in Pacific Heights
When we returned from our stroll and spoke about our transfer to the airport there was an awkward rustling of papers and a few hurried phone calls - it seems that they had forgotten to book it.
A taxi appeared anyway and stress was averted. However the driver was a real prat who bored us all the way to the airport about how successful he was as a businessman, his Uber taxi company was evidently an "Uber" taxi company. Yawn.
At the airport we checked in our bags and then managed to get lost in the labyrinthine network of corridors and stairways that make up modern airports; we went through the X-ray machine, taking off shoes and belts, before being frisked and quizzed about "liquids", then we took another couple of turns and found ourselves back at the original check-in desk!
So we did it all again, the X-ray bit and the frisking - I wouldn't have minded but they seem to employ some real monosyllabic gorillas at these posts.
Any way, finally sorted, finally on the plane, finally winging our way home, finally in London, soon it will be all be finally over for another year... (Just stopped at Luton Airport parkway).
Luton Airport Parkway. That must merit a blog post all of its own.
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