The Zombies of San Francisco

The Zombies of San Francisco

San Francisco

As most people are aware, it takes approximately 147 hours of flying time to travel from anywhere in Australia to anywhere at all in the northern hemisphere. This is compounded when your flight is delayed (ours was), you miss your connecting flight (we did), you wait patiently in LA International airport entertaining your husband by singing LA International Airport for 3 hours (I did), and your new connecting flight sits on the tarmac for over an hour before taking off (ours did).

And thus we arrived in San Francisco having been awake for all of Thursday and half of Friday.

“We need to stay awake until at least 6:30,” Don said to me.


“What time is it now?”


“Ok, good.”

We began trudging around downtown San Francisco.

Trudge, trudge, trudge.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes. No. Not really.”

Trudge, trudge, trudge.

“Do you want to go into that shop?”




“That shop?”

“Not really.”

“Ok. What time is it?”


Trudge, trudge, trudge.

“Are you hungry?”



Trudge trudge trudge.

“Weather’s nice.”

“I can’t feel my face.”

“What time is it?”


“Should we give up and go back to the hotel?”

“Oh God, yes.”

After almost 15 hours sleep, day two panned out much better. Hash browns, cable cars, Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco Bay cruise, crab chowder, extremely potent margaritas, Alcatraz tour and a steak the size of my face.

So far the 147 hours travel time has been well worth it!

One thought on “The Zombies of San Francisco

  1. I so want to go back to San Fran and visit the 60’s flower power area one day. Also want to see the brightly painted houses. Loving your blog.


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