Tuesday I finally made it to Alcatraz, one of the few true tourist destinations that I had really wanted to experience on the trip. To be honest it wasn’t all that I had hoped. Not that I would wish for anyone to suffer, but the morbid/macabre part of my mind found it far less disturbing than I had expected. It’s a prison, on a rock, the end. Many of the stories about the inmates are urban myths. I might go as far as telling people who haven’t been not to, keep the story fuelled images alive. Sail past and imagine the escape attempts but leave it at that. However I don’t regret going, it was an important tick on my list of ‘to dos’.
That evening I met up with Fi and we spent a couple of hours hanging out at Delores park, in the cold and dark !!! She was helping guard the stage that the theatre company she is working for have been using for their outdoor show. In my attempt to show the world my new tattoo I was still wearing Birkenstocks and my feet were frozen solid by the time we left and headed for beer and chocolate at Jardiniere.
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