Los Angeles to San Francisco and Oakland

I'd calculated the time I needed to leave the hotel in order to arrive in time at the airport.  I was about right, but it did mean an earlier start than usual, with having to leave by 8.15am!  There was an extremely long queue at security in terminal 7, but the lady marshalling the queue hinted that the games numbered in the 80s had a separate security line hidden away up another level.  That queue was much shorter thankfully and all I had to do was walk down to the gate - which, as is the case traditionally, was right at the far end of the concourse!

I am amazed that there aren't multiple pile-ups every day going around the LAX access road.  So many buses and cars changing lanes with occasional use of indicators.

We did a tour of the taxiways of the airport before taking off, including going around in a circle at one point, and time in the air was just short of an hour.  I saw the salt ponds as we were approaching San Francisco - they are brightly coloured, patterned areas where the saltwater was drained.  Algae make them different colours, and they're so bright.

I had lunch in the airport before heading across to Oakland on BART.  I'm not sure why I was so tired, but I fell asleep just after Balboa Park station and fortunately, woke up again half an hour later just as we were emerging from the tube at West Oakland, which is the stop before mine!

I had already booked dinner for Kincaid's in the evening, to try it again after I visited it last year when it's menu was highly restricted by an impending closure for refurbishment.  It was much better this time, and busier!

These photos are all from Jack London Square, at the south end of Broadway through the middle of Oakland.  This is the area where there are a lot of restaurants, near the harbour.