Thank You San Francisco

I was really happy in San Francisco, three months of good and inspirational times. Few people can enjoy long stays in another part of the world like Happy Me. Thank you, San Francisco. I love spending time in tourist places in the low season.

Above, a school in Art Deco.

 

Below are my thoughts from my stay last winter.

Chinatown

While riding the #30 MUNI bus in San Francisco from the Marina to Downtown, it started to rain. A young family with three kids boarded. Not a poor family, a middle class family, but the parents considerate enough for the environment and the future living condition on Mother Earth. Leaving the car at home and instead using public transportation, a very rare sight and consideration in the USA. The #30 bus passes Stockton, Chinatown pure.

 Most stores have no signs in English, just plain sign language in Chinese. Plenty of dead hanging ducks in red as if they were killed by hanging all along the bus ride to your right. When you can't stand the sight of dead hanging ducks in red as if they were killed by hanging all along the bus ride to your right any longer, you turn left. All you see to your left is dead hanging ducks in red again. The father of the youngest boy said:“ Do you see all these signs, they're Chinese, they're all about you ”. His mother giggled, I had the back to the boy, I couldn't see his reaction, I giggled too. Before boarding, I read the news, new news that is, because I like old news better, and the weather forecast for tomorrow is a storm coming in, the“ Pineapple Express”.

Himalaya

Hello Zinsli
today I was in the Himalaya. Finally. I was never there, I always admired your traveling there and then climbing some of the highest peaks in the world. I liked your slide shows. My Himalaya is the restaurant in San Francisco, Taste Of The Himalayas, and it spiced me up deliciously and greatly, so please listen to this: By chance I saw this restaurant on my way to the morning coffee, it's on Lombard, quite a heavy traffic street, all the traffic crossing the Golden Gate Bridge are driving Lombard. I never check out restaurants on heavy traffic roads, but this Himalaya was a true find.
I had Lunch buffet for $7, and it was great. A very nice welcome, friendly help in explaining the food, but the best is coming up: my Lunch was delicious, delicious! Best rice i had since long, and i chose two different side dishes, i don't know the names to it, who cares, but i loved it. The mango chutney with it was yummy, the curries all to my liking, and a serving of Plain Na an, this is Balek Bread baked in a tandoori oven. All carefully handmade or better said home cooked. While eating this tasteful Lunch, i was sure enough that's also very healthy and good for longevity. I ate in a couple of different Asian restaurants, but this is the best eat for the money. I love the interior decoration, a burning candle in front of a Buddha as a reception, a prayer mill, various flags and photographs from the Himalaya, i felt good sitting there. And great sound, no iPod`s, just oh wow, just great, just what i liked to go along with this tasty Lunch. This sound by “ Buddha Bar ” made me at this moment while eating so at ease, my mind started to travel and go go go far away without any drugs, all combined together, the spices, the tastes, the Buddha sound, the other easy going customers. dear Zinsli, i then was ready to climb with you the highest peaks in the Himalayas! I was so together and felt so at ease, and i was so pumped up of joy and eager to go up and up and up and me leading the way. But hey my best man, you were not around, probably busy guiding a ski tour in the Alps, instead of taking care of my wishes. “der berg ruft” was in my heart, but instead i walked across over my beloved Golden Gate Bridge, it was great, very few people, lot's of traffic, no sailing boats, four pelicans flying very high near the bridge while all the seagulls gave them the right of way. On the return stroll, a big sunset started to show up, while the China Shipping Lines loaded with exactly the same colored containers, all in green, was heading out underneath me into the Pacific.
“ Buddha Bar ” is a restaurant, one in New York, the other in Paris, they produce their own sound, a fusion. Of what i heard, i like it very much. But maybe you have also some sound from the Himalayas, do you, Chris? Then i need to have a copy. Please, please me, I'm a sound freak.
Chris, thank you for your sms after arriving in ZRH from New Zealand. I hope your foot is ok by now, because i like to see you back in the Himalaya on high altitudes, some call it the dead zone, so please will be careful. The time i could spend with you while you were guiding us ski touring in the snow capped alps, it stays on as one of my strongest memories. When in Zermatt and very eager to rokk and roll some downhill fun, i always take time to sit down on a quite place, mostly @ Trockener Steg, and look over to the Gornergratgletscher and all the peaks dominating it. Before you i never went ski touring. Thank you Chris for giving me such a good time, for introducing me to the splendor of snow white dream works and rokking alpine memory. Say hello to Markus and Peter, two great mountaineers, i guess i`ll meet him with Jeannine @ Nagens. In February i will do my rokk and roll on snow, a true member of the * Two Lane White Top Fan Club *, of which i am the founder, only member, and proud CEO --> as of now. I even had a website with that name, but it was a disaster. Ausser spesen nix gewesen.
Hopefully some day we will work on your website.
Hopefully some day we will rokk and roll on snow in the rhythm and blues and techno of the Buddha Bar sound while dancing *Ballet On Snow*, as Andyman Mannhart, the skiX building man and snow poet, so beautifully explained what snow skiing is all about. To me, this is good description for snow skiing: *Ballet On Snow*. This has class, style, stylish movements, rhythm, four different limps doing moves in rise but mostly in flows at a regular rhythm, in a fast pace. A technically and highly demanding difficult sport, only very long practice brings you there.
But for simple minded people please consider: forget showboarding, it sukks. The two most important limps in most sports for truly free freestyle moves are free, even in wave surfing on a surfboard the feet are free to move, but in showboarding they're stuck on a single board. No wonder their active sport is passively sitting down in the middle of a run. excuse me Zinsli for lashing showboarding, but I'm not only a true member of the *Two Lane White Top Fan Club*, and the founder, only member, and CEO, I'm also the missionary and priest of the *Two Lane White Top Fan Club*. Like the Mormons i have to carry the bible and truth of truly free freestyle moves of snow entertainment into the clumsy world of showboarding. Amen.
more from the sommelier: Let me say thanks to the following supporter, keeping me up in writing this to you, thanks to the liquid spices from:
Firestone Vineyard, Cabernet Sauvignon, Santa Ynez Valley, 2000, los olivos, CA
poured into an elegant glass from the Goodwill store in Healdsburg, CA.

nature pur.

You made my day

I In the early seventies, I knew John, a high school kid in San Anselmo. He drove a dark green Camaro. He loved it and it was a great car for a young man. On my city street walking in San Francisco in the Marina @ Scott, I passed a red Camaro convertible. Nicely restored, not overdone into pristine condition but on a normal level, well maintained.
I was on the way to take a picture, when the apparent owner just walked up, and I asked him if I could take a picture of the car. “Sure, go ahead” he proudly answered,“ you just made my day ”. After he let me know some auto technical lingo, of which I know and understand nothing about, all I am into is a visual impression and beauty lingo, he drove off quickly.