San Francisco Diary: Arrival and being all turisty

***This part of blog is part of our assignment for school which is why it is held in English and not Czech like I used to do it.***

Toronto somewhere there...

Saturday the first of April. 5.45 am and I woke up. Yup you heard it woke up, not being awake, tired and desperately trying to crawl back home or whatever the place I'm heading for sleep. Woke up. Pack rest of the staff that are necessary for the trip and head to train station in Kolding. For those who are reading this and have no idea of what Kolding is, google it. It is 7th biggest city in Denmark. For those who are from country that has more than 7 million population it is still small and cute town.

Shortcut to the Copenhagen airport. Which is about 3 hours later. Seriously, this place should be filled with signs and information and not "you can guess how to get terminal 2 and if you do it in time, congratulation". This airport is still one of the place where you don't have this machine for body search so in case you are randomly picked, officers have gentle hands. I also kind of believe, that after this and the other random search, I don't need to go to doctor, because I believe that staff would probably told me about any suspicious lump that they would found.

I love flying I really do. Especially when I get to sit next to the window and just stare from that like little girl. I'm also doing that because I cannot really sleep in airplane. Or so I thought before my schoolmate Marianne told me, that the only time I nap was the time of turbulence. "You haven't even felt like you are going to die there," and I guess I really didn't. I felt only relieve that I finally fell asleep after 20 hours of being completely awake. 

So after 27 hours on the way we finally reach San Francisco and this star sparkling America, land of free, home of the bold. And apparently not home of those who have sense of humor. I know that our teacher said to us: "Don't be scared of those immigration officers, just answer the question and they will let you go," which didn't warn me and my mouth. "Do you want to stay in US?" asked me the woman who was checking my, well basically everything. See normal people would just said no, get over it. I had to said "No, do you?" because why the hell not right? And no they don't have sense of humor but they have sense of stupidity so they let me pass.

By the time we get to our place it was already 11 pm SF time. But mess with rooms in every possible dimension. I mean who would guess that one of my male schoolmate will sleep with us in girls room? After being awake for 28 hours, who cares...

The next day.. 2nd of April and my SF trip was still real and not joke. What was also real was cramps. So thank you mother of nature for this great pain and waterfall attack that every women has to experience at least 2 days in month. Also thanks that you decided to send me this at the time when I have jet lag. Like if it wasn't enough. So while girls left for medication I tried not to move till the ibuprofen kicks in. it took about 1 hour till I could walk again so lets explore shell we?

Well first thing that I discover would be that every american street looks the same and their navigation marks are really different from European standard. There is no way to know on which street are you unless you ask the homeless who lives on that corner. Those usually know and can navigate. One of them navigate me to the china town, where I finally met the girls. Lets see what americans have n chinese towns cause clearly we don't have those things in Denmark...

Two hours later it felt like they have every Asian thing you think of including shark buns (not allowed in California). Everything kind of cheap.

Just by walking through the city, I suddenly discover, how flat is Denmark and how grateful I am for that. I haven't walk so many hills since hiking in Iceland. Iceland! And there are people biking here in traffic cause there are no roads made for bikes so good luck with that suicidal bikers...

I'm not going to go into details there are lots of things that tourist can do in SF, my favourite so far was staring at fisherman in Pier 7. You can see the bridge (not Golden gate, just bridge) and lots of fishermen which is more relaxing that watching seals on pier 39. Also Alcatraz kind of rules. On the other hand it is weird place cause people get to say how beautiful it is, no matter how shitty the history is.

So yes, here I am SanFran. I think we will have lot of fun together next week.