Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Walking down Embarcadero
Two-and-a-half-weeks in California. Today was my first time back in San Francisco.
"It takes me an hour to get into the City by train."
"That's FAR!" exclaims KK.
"Is it?"
It takes more than 30 minutes to get anywhere from Pleasanton anyway. I am surprised that the convenience of Hong Kong has not phased me. I am numb to the reverse culture shock. Rather, I am more than relieved that I don't have to give in to sidewalk rage of the narrow & crowded streets of Asia.
Successfully dragged KK out of the office for lunch. More good times will be had in the City.
On the wall of a city court: "GIVE ME YOUR TIRED, YOUR POOR, YOUR HUDDLED MASSES YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE, THE WRETCHED REFUSE OF YOUR TEEMING SHORE. SEND THESE, THE HOMELESS / TEMPEST-TOST TO ME / LIFT MY LAME BESIDE"
I had forgotten how many homeless people live in the City. The difference between the homeless in Asia and San Francisco, however, is that the homeless act as if they own the streets of San Francisco.
"It takes me an hour to get into the City by train."
"That's FAR!" exclaims KK.
"Is it?"
It takes more than 30 minutes to get anywhere from Pleasanton anyway. I am surprised that the convenience of Hong Kong has not phased me. I am numb to the reverse culture shock. Rather, I am more than relieved that I don't have to give in to sidewalk rage of the narrow & crowded streets of Asia.
Successfully dragged KK out of the office for lunch. More good times will be had in the City.
On the wall of a city court: "GIVE ME YOUR TIRED, YOUR POOR, YOUR HUDDLED MASSES YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE, THE WRETCHED REFUSE OF YOUR TEEMING SHORE. SEND THESE, THE HOMELESS / TEMPEST-TOST TO ME / LIFT MY LAME BESIDE"
I had forgotten how many homeless people live in the City. The difference between the homeless in Asia and San Francisco, however, is that the homeless act as if they own the streets of San Francisco.
// posted by sakit @ 7:08 PM 
