We left the hostel at 11:30 and trekked to meet our host where we dropped our packs and enjoyed a day of walking with our packs. My hips are burning; a strange statement but, unencumbered with our packs, we attempted as many hills as possible. And San Francisco makes good on its promise of vista’s and hills. We took off from our host’s house, who lives in an area of San Francisco called Cow Hollow (originally land set aside for cow grazing) and headed over to the Palace of Fine Arts. Walking down Marina Drive, we hit Fisherman’s Wharf and sampled salt water taffy – egg nog and key lime were the best, not together though – and the delights at the Musee Mechanique. From Chinatown we headed to Lombard Street for the crooked street and walked to Grace Cathedral and then on to Chinatown. Our host berated us because we were in a restaurant where the only Asians were a part of the wait staff, but we got the authentic goods at a bakery a few blocks down – moon cake with lotus paste. A quick jaunt to Union Square led us to the land of Emporio Armani and Prada. A wrong turn put us in prime view of a tranny hooker being solicited. We quickly righted this and made it back to home base where we played a game that Emmanuel (host) had invented called the couch game.