I absolutely adore this city. Possibly one of the most beautiful cities I have ever visited, though it’s completely overrun with other tourists that think the same. It’s cheap, fun, visually stunning and rich in heritage. It would also be a romantic destination for a couple’s weekend away, but as I visited with two other twenty-something females, we made the most of the cheap wine and a fun hostel. A direct flight can cost under £200 return, and with a flight time of around two hours it’s a fantastic weekend break destination.
Far flung destinations
I have struggled time and time again with this question. For those who are lucky enough to travel via chauffeured car and always tip the bell boy well in their fancy hotels, this isn’t likely to be an issue. Though for the majority of 20-somethings who like to visit multiple cities and countries in one trip, myself included, this isn’t a reality. Instead, we have to tackle getting on and off many different modes of transport, and hauling all of our stuff around with us.
For years I was convinced that the classic suitcase was always the best option, despite the logistical concerns it raised. On my trip interrailing around Europe this summer, though, I decided to give the humble backpack a go. But did it manage to sway me?
If my round-up of the highlights of San Francisco has already got you mentally planning a trip there yourself, then I can help you with the next step too. There are so many places to stay in San Fran. It’s quite a spread out city, though if you’re close to the harbour then you can’t go too far wrong. The Golden Gate Bridge is actually a few miles from the main tourist centre around Pier 39, so it may be better to stay in the heart of the action and then walk or cycle to the bridge when you want a closer look.
So, here is my round-up of some of the best places to stay in the city, including the hostel that I stayed in.
My time in San Francisco was one of extremes. It featured the best burger I’ve ever had, cycling about 30 miles and reaching the point where I literally couldn’t pedal any more, and getting up before 4am in a bid to securing Alcatraz tickets. I was tired, I was cold, and at times I was elated.
Here’s what I learned from my fantastic weekend in this city.
Why do you keep going back to the same place?
This is one of the questions I get asked the most. Everyone knows that I love exploring new places, so why do I keep going back to the same part of central Florida time and time again?
Annoyingly, the only answer to this that I’ve ever conjured up is that ‘you’d understand if you’ve been there yourself’. My friends that have visited the ‘place where magic lives’ agree with this overwhelmingly. It’s hard to explain the atmosphere, the immersion and the fun to someone who is adamant that you’re a bit of a hypocrite.
So, here is my attempt to try and put my reasons into words. It will probably be in vain, but I’m sure all the converts out there will be nodding along.