Which beach did you go to? Ocean Beach

No, really that's the name of the beach.

After dumping our stuff in our really small hotel room, we rode the bus for an hour to reach the beach. San Francisco was suffering through an uncharacteristic heat wave so it was a sweaty bus ride.

I guess that explains our scowls.

Lots of people on the beach, surfers, and dogs.

I think he belonged to the lifeguards. But he would plop himself down near the water and only move if he was about to get wet.



Hey, another picture of us.



Some Cthulhu-esque seaweed thing.

Sashimi sampler. The snapper is usually chewy at most places, but here it was soft.

It seems the homeless in SF are crazier than their counterparts in Calgary. Is it the warm weather? Or the fact that people consistently give money to panhandlers? Anyways, in Japantown we ran into a guy who wanted us to buy him a chicken dinner. He was an older guy, with a cane but it looked like he had a home.

At first I apologized for not having any change to which he replied he wasn't asking for change but for a chicken dinner. Then he tried this tact:

Man: I was drafted into the Vietnam war but don't hold that against me. I could have gone to Canada but I did my duty to this country and her citizens. I protected this country.

Me: But we're not from here.

At this point, we've probably run through his two rhetorical points that usually work on people. I'm not sure why we didn't walk away. Too rude? I offered him a bottle of water which he refused. Then we just started moving very slowly away from him.

Thankfully, in Canada you don't see many homeless veterans. It could be fewer vets or hopefully, we just have better social programs to help those who fought.