After Mark's Post full of witty banter and sparkling rapartee, tis time for my turn to fill in the gaps of our remaining time, and our arrival of the Gay Capital of The World (yes, you thought it actually was Constitution Road Dulwich Hill, but NO! But even I don't think The famous Castro has a signed Cyndi Lauper Barbie Doll on their mantle....), San Francisco! But before you, like, start going on like you've called our home phone (we don't own a home phone, so quit asking) and I answer, and you go, "Um, I was actually hoping to speak to Mark please...?" , you are stuck with me for this particular duration of the episode.
...we, go for yet another bathe, in our local rainbow flag flying beach, and cockail drinking pools at our hotel, (yep, tickin' all the boxes now), we decide for some fine Italian for our last night in the Heatwave that is Miami, and I am not talking about Richie....
Miami was amazing, and so was this Italian.
Grazie it was called, and we 'Grazied' the experience. We both had the Lobster Bisque, which we have grown accustomed to, so if they don't start selling that at Chatswood Mall on a Thursday, there will be hell to pay. But that was for entree. The main was Risotto for Mark...
Risotto Frutti Di Mare
...and for me....
Papardelle di Granchio
And after a couple of Italian Mojitos and a nice bottle of vino (Grazie), we skip the dessert and stumble, ever so slowly stumble, to our hotel. With a Cirque du Soleil happening in our stomach, merely for the fact we were so full, we collapse on our beds, like two whales on a beach, only slightly lighter, and a tad more liquored up.
We wake up to another brilliant morning in Miami. The Weather Channel pronounced on our arrival that our entire stay would be storms. So don't believe it! If you are in Sydney, and the weather says cold with a bit of crapness, don't believe it I say, and get out your best singlet and budgie smugglers out and head to the beach (also good advice for you blokes!) ;)
We decide to hit up, again, the segway! And the pool!!! Our segway trip down the way, we travel past hundreds of cyclists (suckers) and walkers (who does that these days..?!?!?) and view the hundreds of hotels on the boardwalk. Amazing what Miami Beach has turned into since out last Segway trip (uh, yesterday). It is an amazing place, and despite the momentum towards buying "I'm in Miami Bitch" T-Shirts, everyone is lovely, and we are going to miss this place, that is, when we stop peeling and our skin grows back a lovely Sydney Whiter Shade of Pale....
We head off to the airport, farewelling those rainbow coloured beach flags only to be welcome by a MASSIVE one here in the heart of San Francisco.
We arrive at midnight, so to the GORGEOUS (see, sounding like the locals already...) Parker Guest House we go.
It is a lovely place, with great room, an amazing breakfast, and a great grand to play show tunes on. So, thank you, the Lovely Mz Michael Kielb...
...for suggesting this for us. The hosts are lovely, and the Porter is just way too cute (pic to come, trust me, you will die...)
We wake up to a divine breakfast, and head off to The Mission, which is kind of not the area we want to be and we had the map upside down. Back we set up the hill, and head to The Castro. An amazing thriving strip, where the shops are novelty, the bars are novelty and the characters are too. We fall in love with it immediately. With shops diverse as a Cyndi Lauper setlist, we look in every one of them, with thoughts of presents to buy, ranging from kooky, to kinky (and we hadn't even got to thinkin' bout all of you!)
We head down to the wharves and grab some renowner, albeit, touristy food at "Bubba Gumps"!
The place is cheesy, with slogans as far as the wine list on the back of tennis table bats. The food is good, although the clam chowder, that we are now conniseurs, is disappointing.
That said, we catch the Castro tram back up the steep incline to home, and get ready for 'Harveys'
dinner and trivia, with a drag queen to boot! This place has SO much history, with the knowledge of Harvey Milk setting up shop nearby, and we take it all in. Along with several local ales and Bloody Marys, and a decent scoring at Trivia despite us not knowing most of the round of 'Scandalous Politicians', thinking maybe Bill Clinton was the right answer for most, but actually surprisingly getting the question right to the answer 'Weiner', but maybe thats just becasue we like the word 'weiner'. "He he, weiner...."
More is to be said about this night, with more pictures galore to be added to all above proceedings, but that shall have to wait for the morning, as Tez is a tired little San Franciscoan, and needs some beauty sleep. Please await more updates with drooling anticipation, as Mark, the newly found Castrofarian he is, takes on the next scintillating adventure....
And in the memory of the great Harvey Milk, our names are Tez and Mark, and we are here to recruit you...!
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