The day of queues, and other things.

So, my first real blog entry; I've almost got stage fright. All throughout today - even in the depths of groggy semi awakenings on the plane - I've kept thinking of phrases to use and stuff to include, but now it's got to after 10pm with half a glass of red wine already drunk, and of course I can't really remember any of it. Except the queues. Queues standing around to get off the plane - wicked turbulence as we were eating dinner, by the way! -, mega queues to get through passport control and still 40 minutes of queues to get on the boat to Alcatraz; SO MANY PEOPLE!! Can't even walk in a straight line for more than 5 paces. Not complaining, mind you, just feel a bit like country bumpkins! 

Pier 39 delivered up a yummy crepe with banana, strawberry and Nutella - the fruit made me feel a little less guilty about it - and apparently the seafood chowder in a sour dough bread bowl was just as appetising as Steve remembers; unfortunately the fish and chips I ate did not measure up to the Kiwi standard I'm used to. 

We found a 7 Eleven on the way back to the hotel - ashamed to say we nearly got lost - so we have milk for the Dilmah tea bags I brought from home. Tried to make a cup of tea when we first got to the hotel, but it ended up down the sink - what on Earth is in the non-dairy creamer?! The smell was enough for me! Well, I am a Pom and I really do need my regular cup of tea to feel human. 

Red socks at the ready for tomorrow - GO ETNZ! 

And that's me for tonight, brain's died :-) Day One over already! Tomorrow heading out to find a recommended sportswear shop an at such great US prices even Steve is happy to go shopping, especially for running shoes :-) And then we need to get ourselves a nice little vantage point to watch the racing. Shame we can't now see the final race, but hey, seeing some will be fab - as long as we win, and the boat stays upright and in one piece!