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My Journey pt. 10
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My Journey pt. 10 After everything that had transpired over the previous 14-16 hours, having move past all the drama, I felt like I was born again. Seeing San Fran would have been amazing in of itself. Now it felt like visiting another world. The Bay and all of the boats in it. The people. The buildings. I was so thankful to be experiencing it all. I added the picture of Chinatown because it was the first place where we got out and soaked in the energy of the city. Chinatown was also where we rebonded after the negative times. I can almost feel it again right now. There was so many shops, so many different types of people, so much going on. We parked on one of the gigantic hills and promised ourselves that we wouldnt forget where we had parked. Lol. Then we just walked with no destination. We walked into some of the shops. We got invited into about 20 restaurants by the outside greeters. Every once in a while I noticed guys who looked like they might be in The Chinese Mafia (like you see in the movies). I pointed out a couple of guys dressed in suits who didnt seem very playful as possible mobsters. Nymph told me that it was very possible that they were. I noticed that she looked tired. She was tired and should have been. She hadnt been to sleep since we slept in Mount Shasta, approximately 28-30 hours earlier! I found myself feeling very affectionate, emotional, protective towards her. It was her and me together, then there was the rest of San Francisco. After a fair amount of walking, we decided to eat at one of the (seemingly hundreds) Chinese restaurants. We had a flyer (that the girl outside practically forced into our hands) of one that seemed like it would be good. It was kind of a cool place. A two story building that had an old Chinese vibe to it. The hostess sat us at a table that could hold probably 8 people, dirctly in the center of the room. I, of course, needed beer. I remember ordering saki too. As we looked through the menu you, she urged me to get whatever I wanted. We had a couple of appetizers in mind and an entree each. I made the mistake of saying out loud that fried crab legs sounded interesting. 'o.k order that too' she said. We they brought out all of our order, there was enough food to easily satisfy 6 people. Lol. So here is this 50 somethings, blonde white woman with this late 20's looking black man, in the center of a semi crowded Chinatown eatery with enough food for 3 couples. Needless to say, alot of the patrons' attention was drawn to our table. I usually shy away from being the center of attention...it was ok at that moment. By the way, the fried crab legs werent all that. They were fried with the shell still covering the meat. I dont have the patience to go through that whole routine, but Nymph did some of them for me. We finished eating and left the place with 3 to go containers that I didnt forsee being eatien at any point. As we walked in the direction of where the car was, there was a small park with alot of Chinese people any it. Some were doing something that resembled how we use to shoot dice in my neighborhood. Some were playing Chineses checkers. Then there were some who were doing what seemed to be martials arts, combined with yoga, combined with some type of dance. It was all a really cool sight. Of course we did NOT find the car right away. We walked around for a good while, even hopped on a street car looking for where we had parked. We did eventually find the car and headed for Fisherman's Wharf...which I had no idea of what it was. Shortly after arriving there, I got a sense of what it was: A really cool ass area. Despite the chilly temps (what else should I have expected from the coldest place on Earth  it felt good to walk around the Wharf. We had done a fair amount of sight seeing when we stopped in a clothing store. Nymph (slightly) urged me to look around for some stuff I might like. So I went and tried on a few pairs of jeans, she judged the different fits. I picked out a pair. Nymph pointed out that they were having a special so another pair would be 'x' amount more. I declined the second pair. I didnt see many 'must have' top articles...until I saw the 'must have' sweater. (I almost named this blog 'The Sweater' you will know why by the end of the story. Remeber 'The Sweater') It was made by DC. Some of you may know about them. I had a pair of DC loafers that were a pair of my favorite shoes ever...and I got alot of compliments whenever I wore them. Not only was it a hot looking sweater, but it matched the hot shoes that she got for me earlier in Portland. She bought me 'The Sweater' and the jeans, after I said 'no thanks' when she asked if I wanted anything else. I wanted to hug and kiss that sweater, I think I did later in the car. Lol. We walked past and into some more shops. While in a Benneton store, the salesman sold her on the fact that the cashmere sweaters were on sale. The men's cashmeres. She asked if I wanted one. Of course I wanted one, but I declined...even after she urged. I declined because I didnt want to seem, or feel, like I was taking advantage of her generosity after the dramtic morning. So I didnt take the Benneton sweater or any other clothing offers while at the Wharf. Not only that, I told her that I was wearing the diamond earrings while I was on the trip but I would be giving them back before I went home. She said she wouldnt take them back. I told her if she really wanted me to have them, she should take them back and offer them under less trying circumstances. Toward the end of The Wharf visit, I suggested that either I would drive or we would stay another night in SF because of her lack of sleep. My license was not suspended, only expired, so I didnt mind taking the chance. By the time we were planning on heading out to LA, she would have been going about 35 hours with no sleep. I expressed how much of a bad idea I thought it would be for her to drive. She assured me that she was fine to drive. So we agreed that she could start the drive, and the first time I felt unsafe due to her lack of sleep, she would let me take over. We stopped in one more shop while we were at The Wharf. I forget what we were looking for. We went our seperate ways in the shop. At one point, I walked over to her and she was holding a metal water bottle. I might have asked what it was for. Her answer was 'I'm getting this for my man' I thought to myself, thats a weird gift to get/send your boyfriend. (Remember, at the start of this trip, she showed me a picture of her and a guy. She described him to me as her boyfriend back home. And if you dont remember, I just reminded you.) I (seriously) said something to her like when/how is he going to get it? The semi playful 'you ass' look she gave me let me know that she was referring to me. We had talked a few times about getting something for me to put my riding beer in. Riding, not driving. I laughed, she smiled about the 'mixup' and I gave her a hug. I remember it being around 5-6pm when we decided to hit the rode towards LA. I didnt think we would do the whole trip from SF because of her lack of sleep. She was sure we would do the whole trip in one take. I reminded her of our agreement as we started out. We had a discussion on which route we would take...the fastes way or the scenic way. I wanted the scenic route, along Highway 1. She called her cousin to let her know we were on our way and that would be our route. She advised us of how much longer we were making the drive and suggested that we just take the 1 after we were in LA and settled in. We compromised by deciding to take th 1 for a while at the start, then changing highways after I got to experience it for a while. No sooner than we started heading towards the 1 from another highway, the craziest fucking thing happened. So we are in the fast lane, doing 70ish. Im already fully inspecting her to see if she shows any signs of falling asleep. We were not even 30 minutes into the drive when we hear and feel a thud. It was loud that it vibrated the whole car for a second. A fucking huge, black bird flew right into the windsheild of the car! The 'thud' was its skull colliding with the glass. We both had the shit scared out of us. I ducked. Nymph slightly ducked but didnt loose control of the car for a moment. I was at ease with her ability to drive safely. I was like 'what the fuck!!' as to what a bird colliding with the windshield could mean according to The Universe. It wasnt long before we reached 'The 1'. Luckily there was still some daylight by the time we did. Words cant decribe how it felt to look over to my right and see that Ocean. Well, maybe some words can describe it: intimidated, blessed, like it was just a fantasy. It was so spectacular that it didnt seem real. I was mesmerized and a little scared at the same time. Why we didnt stop to see it while it was still light out, I dont know. We kept driving along it. When the Sun went down, it got dark...dark as hell. Im a city boy and use to street lights. There werent many lights where we were. Only the lights of the othe cars. One of us (her) had the bright idea to pull over and get out of the car so we could get near the Ocean...in the dark. We didnt pull over onto a parking lot or any other inhabited space. We pulled over in a muddy clearing with not another soul in sight. When we pulled into the area, Nymph left the headlights on so we could see where we were. We were standing in an area and just over a small hill to the west, was the Pacific Ocean. As a matter of fact, it was even a hill. It was more like a hump and a drop. The sound of it made me not step too close. She ventured off, I stayed close to the car with the door opened. I got paranoid about a cop driving by and seeing the lights, with us being in an area we shouldnt have been. I had the bright idea to turn off the headlights so that we didnt draw any attention to ourselves. When she turned off those lights, I was in the darkest part of Earth I have ever see. I qucikly scooted my scary ass right into the car and was ready to go. She cracked the fuck up at me as she took her time to get in. Not only was I ready to go, I was ready to get off 'The 1' and away from that ocean. After she was done laughing at me, she pulled off of 'The 1' and onto a side road to check the map for our route to another highway. We were sitting on the side of this road while she read the map. I shit you not, I was in the passenger seat, screaming inside of my head, for her to hurry up and drive off...because I kept imagining that huge mountain lion, or bear, or dragon...could just jump out of the darkness into the window on my side of the car. (Damn that fucking BBB (big back bird) for getting my imagination even further out there than it should have been. We eventually pulled of on a small, backwoods highway, heading east to a major highway.  |
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you are welcome, glad I could have an affect. It was pretty funny.
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