My first full day in San Francisco and I really didn't have a clue what to do. So I opted to walk to Union Square (a mere 1.5 blocks east of my hotel) to see what I could see.
There were a lot of double-decker tour buses there. I opted to do the tour. For $50 you could do any of the four tours, at any pace you wanted (while they were open) for two days. Ok, this seemed like a decent idea so I did it. For bureaucratic reasons I had to go to Fisherman's Wharf before anything else. Boarding the bus I was the last person on after the top filled, so I had to sit by myself in the bottom. Note that the bottom is not good as the windows are completely covered by advertising. Not the best design, but since the buses serve two functions (showing off the sights and getting people to and from the sights) I was OK with it. It did tell me not to dawdle getting on the bus.
( On to the bad photos, of which there are many... )
The tours were fun and gave me decent bearings of the city, which would come in handy. However, being tours, they were the white-bread-and-mayonnaise of the trip. Enjoyable enough, but not something you're going to wax poetically about.
There were a lot of double-decker tour buses there. I opted to do the tour. For $50 you could do any of the four tours, at any pace you wanted (while they were open) for two days. Ok, this seemed like a decent idea so I did it. For bureaucratic reasons I had to go to Fisherman's Wharf before anything else. Boarding the bus I was the last person on after the top filled, so I had to sit by myself in the bottom. Note that the bottom is not good as the windows are completely covered by advertising. Not the best design, but since the buses serve two functions (showing off the sights and getting people to and from the sights) I was OK with it. It did tell me not to dawdle getting on the bus.
( On to the bad photos, of which there are many... )
The tours were fun and gave me decent bearings of the city, which would come in handy. However, being tours, they were the white-bread-and-mayonnaise of the trip. Enjoyable enough, but not something you're going to wax poetically about.