Mileage - ~180 miles (via Napa Valley, Lake Berryessa, Danville)
We got wrecked last night in the bar with 68 beers (Jacks?). I think we drank most of them but can't remember much. We don't feel too clever today and I won't be drinking now until I'm back home (apart from tonight). We got back to the Travelodge on a tram / bus - not sure. I do remember the bus driver telling Jaf off for making fun of some mad bloke on the bus who was scribbling in a notebook. The bar had the best barman ever and we think that we met Bobby Sands (ex-IRA) and Glenn Fry from the Eagles but we're not sure. Everytime I said that we were leaving the barman brought us free drinks. In the middle of the night I was crudely woken-up by Jaf who decided that he wanted my bed as he'd kicked his sheets off his bed and didn't want to sleep on a plastic matress. I sent him back to his bed! We didn't wake up until 10.00 and we had mega hangovers (and much lighter wallets).
Good place San Francisco. It has soul, people seem a bit less 'Californian' and more into beer and just being themselves rather than 'the body beautiful'. It also has lots of mentally impared people (all ex-hippies or ex-military). I think that we fit in quite well. Jaf could make a killing here with his profession - lots of people needing rehabilitation.
We drove around the Napa Valley a bit today enjoying the views, but we didn't bother wine-tasting as we'd probably puke if we drank anything. We then spotted Lake Barryessa where we crashed-out by the water.
We drove over to see Chris in Danville where we are staying for a couple of nights before flying home. We decided to get rid of the hire-car first so we quickly emptied, washed and hoovered it before dropping it off at the airport. On the way there (following Chris) we noticed that the toll-booth had it's barrier held open, so like Chris, we sped through it. Didn't realise that he could do that because he has a special pass. Fine will no doubt follow in the post.
Chris asked us what we wanted to do first - we both said guns. Jaffa donned his Rambo jacket and off we went to this gun place. It was full of every kind of pistol, shot-gun and rifle you can imagine. After a quick explanation about which end was the dangerous end, etc. we were let loose with a Colt .45 (1911) and Chris's cowboy rifle (Winchester thing). It was mental - the look on Jaf's face after his first shot was superb. That said he was very good - I couldn't hit a thing with the pistol but it felt good to empty a clip into the target (shame I didn't have my MP3 player and NWA playing). I did much better with the rifle. Amazing experience - no doubt we'll never get the chance to do it again, but at least now we both feel confident with guns and could survive in the hood.
Highlights - Jaf hasn't laughed so much since he last took LSD, lots of people who look like Jesus of Nazareth, Lake Berryessa, Napa Valley Roads and views, getting told to pull over by the po-lice (turns out that Jaf was driving too slow and they just wanted to get past us), guns.
Lowlights - Hangover, cold yesterday, $5 Footlong is just a sandwich (the advertising got me to buy one), impending fine for not paying the Bay Bridge toll.
Tomorrow - ?
Jaf and Andy.
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