*Original title was supposed to be Hoing in Ho Chi Minh but that’s disrespectful and highly inaccurate as there were absolutely no hoing involved. Pho-ing, on the other hand…
November 21, 2012
As you can see, I’m woefully behind on my travel blogging and I’m not sure how much I remember at this point. I’ve switched mobiles so all my notes on the Indochina trip is now long gone, but but BUT thank god for tripit and the meticulous boardroom planning that my co-travelers did. (We literally planned this stuff in an actual boardroom)
Food trucks? Why, yes please.
It was back to SF for me on a Friday afternoon as we drove over to Fort Mason Center so we can check out Off The Grid. We had a very systematic approach to this visit, with the list of vendors printed out and all. The suggestions of people who has been there were even highlighted and noted. We take our food trip seriously! Haha.
I want to pause at this point to say that I can’t get a quote from “Go On” out of my head: It’s a short trip from foodie to fatty.
(Though to be honest, K. Perry, I’ve never felt like a plastic bag. Ever.)
Miss Americurrr! (My cousin’s gf, Joy, who went all-out patriotic for this day.)
In my country, July 4 is known as “Philippine-American Friendship Day”. It used to be our nation’s Independence Day before President Diosdado Macapagal switched it to June 12, which was our independence from our Spanish conquerors.
At this point, I just want to say a huge “Ha!” to my grade school history teacher who thought I’ve learned nothing just because I opted to do something more productive in class than listen to her.
Bitch, I had Encarta.
I wonder if anyone has already noticed that I add an exclamation point to the title when I can’t come up with a semi-decent one.
I probably wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I went to San Francisco and didn’t see Pier 39 in Fisherman’s Wharf. I could be wrong but we don’t have anything like that in the Philippines. The piers I’ve gone too locally are all “serious business” ones, and you try to spend as little time there as possible before you board your ferry to go to another place.
Fisherman’s Wharf was our last stop of the day so my feet were pretty much dead but I wasn’t going to miss out on the place. What’s a little blood in my boots?
Bad-ass bird of the day: “I own this street, b*tches!”
Drinking coffee and eating takeaway cake in Union Square park was a good way to spend an afternoon. A better way would have been to shop in all the stores there, but I didn’t want to weep at my credit card bill when it came. Not that that hasn’t happened before.
Excuse us, Korean tourists, but it’s our turn to take a picture with the large heart.
We were supposed to eat at Cheesecake Factory but since it was gay pride weekend, there were a zillion more people than usual (so I’ve been told) and there was going to be at least an hour wait. So we just ordered a slice each and ate outside. There were so many cake choices and didn’t know which one to try! So I ordered what I usually do: red velvet cake. (What? Red velvet is the best!)
We went up to Macy’s to get a view of the park from up high. I tried not to look at the stuff because once I started browsing, I’d be unstoppable.
Since I’m pretty sure I’ll be back
next year someday, I don’t feel too bad about not getting to shop. Also, I might be more of Haight Street material, hehe.