Big Girl had to check with the check-in lady if we would be allowed on the plane, while I was rummaging around in my case for our return ticket, apparently US customs are sticklers for that, they don't want undesirables like us overstaying our welcome. Finally made it to the gate with 15 mins to spare.
Our flight to Sydney went well until just before landing when The Boy uttered those dreaded words - "I feel sick". He proceeded to fill the sick bag while we were taxiing to the terminal. The poor girl next to us looked like she would have preferred to be anywhere else but sitting there ... I wouldn't have minded being somewhere else myself.
Anyway we ditch the bag and luckily I armed myself with another one because 15 mins later I find myself kneeling on the shuttle bus waiting room floor holding the sick bag for The Boy and explaining to Hubby who was calling from the US that I really couldn't talk right now and no the happy dance was not happening.
Luckily little sis had provided us with four invitations to the one place in the airport that makes everything better ... the Qantas club. The kids even got a free lesson in pecking order. Big Girl asked the lady if this was the right lounge ... the answer: "Oh, yes, they wouldn't let you in the first class lounge with THESE tickets" ... not to mention that I had just asked if they had any sick bags. There's nothing like nice big, clean toilets, a selection of food and drink and comfy couches to lounge around in to pass a few hours. The kids played a couple of games and The Boy felt much better.
After all this I was a little apprehensive about our next flight but it went well. No one was sick, the kids all had about 5 hours sleep and they loved the entertainment system. We had four middle seats so we put up the armrests so the kids could lie across the seats. I found out that time goes very lowly when you're sitting up in a seat with kids lying all over you just wishing you could get a little it of sleep. Finally got maybe an hours sleep after my third travelcalm and I didn't get sick landing which was a bonus.
Hubby met us at the airport and we had a quick stop at our hotel before hitting the streets. San Francisco was pretty busy this weekend because it it a long weekend. First up was a ride on the cable car. We began at the Powell and Mason turntable. You can see the driver turning it around so it can go back up the line.
The Boy was really enthralled by all the machinery.
Chinatown was just down the hill so we went for a wander. We saw fortune cookies being made ...
the girls got distracted by all the bright cuteness along Grant Ave ...
and a lovely lady took our photo in Waverley Pl.
You may remember Ross Alley from the movies Karate Kid III or Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom ... or not.
We finished the afternoon with a browse through City Lights bookshop, a plate of pasta in North Beach then it was all downhill to our hotel. I'm loving the San Francisco houses ... just like you see on TV.
You can see all day 1 photos HERE.