Summary

I didn’t do more blog posts in SF mainly cos boyfriend was busy using his laptop.

To continue from previous post, Best Buy was shit and found nada there. After a quick search on Google maps “Computer store SF” we went to CompUSA on Market Street. They were better stocked but I doubt that it was the best prices around. Anyway, it was cheaper the UK and I bought a digital camera. I really missed not having a camera, since my Nokia 6260 is in the Nokia repair shop. I bought a Canon CD450 and a 512 MB memory stick (or is called flashcard?). Canon was cheapskatey and did not enclosed a pouch *tsk* but I found a suitable one from Microcenter for $9.74

The days in SF went quickly. On Friday, I was by myself. I had to get up at 7.30 to drive boyfriend to SFO *yawn* and spent the rest of the daytime taking some pics.

On Friday I + friend to a Mexican place, which was fun but in the end it turned out rather expensive. $5 for nacho chips and $75 for a Parking Ticket. This explains why there was a spot to park in to begin with. Apparently, there was like a 2 foot red line that was impossible to see. Ah well, such is life, that is my contribution to SF City.

On the flight home, only 9h30min!, a nice man was sitting next to me. I got my beloved aisle seat. The guy next to me popped some pills and went to sleep - perfect. I had problem falling asleep and finally got there at Churchill, Canada, woke up briefly between Greenland and Iceland cos the guy needed a toilet break and then was awaken up at Glasgow, UK by the air stewardess handing out breakfast. I don’t know what is was, but the crew was not happy. I overheard a few comments that the stewardesses were pissed off with cockpit so the explained the wibe.

When landing, the plane flew by the London eye and I pointed it out to the guy next to me (don’t know why, just did … ok?) and we started chatting about this and that. It turned out the he knew about my boyfriends work and handed me his card.

Boyfriends’ parents came and picked my up at the airport – am ever so thankful for that – but in the car I felt sick and came close to throwing up. I never get travel sick, except on sailing boats, but this was bad. But then again, my ‘day’ had been very, very long.

Short sleep, woke up 8.30 SF time, packed, filled the car up with gas/fuel, got to the airport around 11am to get an day off in the rental price, ate breakfast at 12.30, checked in, went through a security (that is an another blog post coming up cos I was on some damn list so I had to go through extra security), got on the plane at 18, slept from 21-2am, landed 12 UK time (5am SF time), got in the car and felt really sick. I did take a nap when I came home and the manage to stay up to midnight. Today, I feel fine.