USA: A Layover Dash to San Francisco, CA

Travel can sometimes be challenging due to limited financial resources. In many cases, airline tickets make up the bulk of a trip’s budget. Every once in a while, you hear of a friend or relative who got an outrageously cheap deal on a flight, causing you to cringe with envy.

Not to worry! In our experience it is still possible to find affordable plane tickets without having to sacrifice sleep, conjure your own personal travel genie, or leave your children at home with the grandparents. The catch is that you probably won’t get a direct flight, and you may be subjected to some lengthy layovers.

Recently, we took a flight from Denver, CO to Siem Reap, Cambodia with layovers in San Francisco, CA and Singapore. Our first flight was scheduled to land in San Francisco at 2:00pm and depart for Singapore at 1:00am the following morning. An eleven-hour layover on a trip to Asia is pretty brutal as far as flight plans go, but the flight was cheap, and we figured we’d make the most of it.

Upon arrival in San Francisco, we left the airport via the BART train and headed into the city. With the goal of getting a whirlwind tour of the city in about seven hours, we got off the train at Powell Street, intent on catching one of the iconic cable car rides to Fisherman’s Wharf. We bought our tickets, got in line, and found ourselves, twenty minutes later, at the very front of the line with the next cable car approaching. We boarded the legendary vehicle, choosing one seated and one standing position at the front of the car. My husband spent the ride gleefully leaning out from the cable car, barely hanging on as we barreled up and down the city’s steep hills.

Powell and Market Street Cable Car San Francisco California USA

We disembarked at Lombard Street, famous for its snaking switchback road, and walked down the street with the other wide-eyed tourists. There wasn’t a moment when Lombard Street was empty of cars. The constant whir of engines is no doubt a contentious issue for the street’s residents!

From there we made our way to Ghirardelli Square and were delighted to discover talented street artists and an abundance of free samples of the delicious chocolate that gives the square its name.

We ventured along Beach Street toward Fisherman’s Wharf, charmed by the plethora of seafood options, ranging from elegant restaurants to street stalls where you stand at the counter to eat. We chose the latter and inhaled a steamy bowl of calamari – fuel to keep us speed-walking through the city.

At Fisherman’s Wharf, we took the obligatory photos of the Golden Gate Bridge and snapped a few shots of Alcatraz, the infamous island prison in the San Francisco Bay.

Alcatraz Island San Francisco California

Our next stop was Pier 39, a tourist hot spot for shopping, dining, and ogling a harem of sea lions who have taken up permanent residence on the slips at the end of the pier. The sea lions romped, frolicked, and brayed into the wind to the delight of the tourists. To an onlooker, the crowd on the pier comically mirrored the sea lions, each person jostling his or her neighbors to get the best view.

With silly smiles on our faces from watching the sea lions, we turned our steps toward Coit Tower, a hilltop overlook with stunning views of the city and the bay. Along the way we noticed several individuals carrying skis on their shoulders, a typical sight for those of us who live in a ski town, but noticeably out of place in San Francisco. The mystery resolved itself a few blocks later as we passed the entrance to a remarkably large ski swap held on one of the piers.

To our great amusement, we followed a snowboard and its proud owner to the base of a long flight of stairs leading to the top of Coit Tower. We began our ascent up hundreds of stairs, passing secret gardens hidden by hanging vines, tiny apartments with no other means of access, and friendly tourists who kept telling us we were almost there.

The views were without doubt worth the climb. The red hues of the Golden Gate Bridge faded into the sunset mist, and the surrounding buildings slowly darkened into impressive silhouettes.

Golden Gate Bridge at Sunset San Francisco California

By this point, we were thoroughly tuckered out, but we had one more stop to make before heading back to the airport: Chinatown!

If you’ve never been to a Chinatown, you should put it on your must-see list. There are Chinatowns all over the United States, but the San Francisco Chinatown is the original.

Chinatown forms its own private world within the bustle of San Francisco. Signs are written in Chinese, traditional produce markets line the streets, and paper lanterns are strung between buildings overhead. Tacky tourist shops display postcards and knick-knacks, while priceless Buddha statues and hand-painted dishware are sold in the shop next door. Vast displays of pastries beckon your taste buds and inexpensive prices prompt you to purchase several, not sure what’s inside the sweet dough, but reveling in the unknown.

Pastries in Chinatown San Francisco CA

Just as we grew accustomed to walking through this delightful pocket of Asian culture, Chinatown abruptly disappeared, and we were transported back to metropolitan San Francisco.

Content with our swift city tour, we trekked back to the airport, eagerly anticipating the next leg of our trip to Cambodia. A couple of hours later we boarded our sixteen-hour flight to Singapore and promptly fell asleep, exhausted from our layover excursion. We were so tired that we slept for eight hours straight – impressive for an airplane, we know!

Our takeaway from this experience: If you have a long enough layover, take advantage of it! The benefits of a “bonus” adventure far outweigh the inconvenience of a long layover!

-Annie, Your Friend at Orange Backpack Travel

South Africa: A Hike Worthy of Legend

South Africa is a unique nation in terms of its diversity with myriad peoples, cultures, weather, ecosystems, beliefs, and activities. The same can be said for Cape Town, a cosmopolitan gem, one of South Africa’s two capital cities.

Cape Town boasts an amazing array of activities geared toward tourist and local alike. To name a few: Boulders’ Beach to view Jackass Penguins (Yep, that’s what they’re called. Also, they bite!), a scenic drive to Hout Bay and Cape Point at the far reaches of the peninsula; watching seals feast at sunset while savoring your own tasty treat at the Victoria and Alfred Waterfront; a trip to Robben Island (buy your tickets well in advance- tours sell out quickly!); or sipping your way through a tour of the vineyards of the Cape Winelands.

Our most memorable experience was hiking to the top of Table Mountain, the mammoth mass of rock towering over the city, sporting a mysteriously flat top that is often shrouded with reaching tendrils of white cloud crawling down its steep slopes.

This bizarre combination of theatrical weather phenomena makes the mountain come alive, its temperament ever-changing and unpredictable.

We originally planned to take the cable car to the top of Table Mountain. It was a clear and sunny day. Those ever-present clouds veiling the top had even decided to slither back to their unknown origin. However, the winds at the top of the flat expanse proved too strong, causing the cable car to close and us to stand at the base, settling for a less grand photo of the bay below and cursing our ill luck.

Such is the fate of a tourist with a limited amount of time at hand.

But the call of the mountain was too great. We resolved that afternoon, along with three friends of ours, to attempt the to hike to the top.

We hired a cab to take us from our hotel to the base of the cable car. The cab driver informed us that it was still closed due to high winds and agreed to take us to the trailhead instead.

Before continuing the story, we should mention that we live in the high mountains of Colorado, hike often, and consider ourselves to be in good physical shape. We thought that an hour and a half hike to the top would be no problem for us.

Our taxi driver took us to the less strenuous of the two trails, vehemently assuring us that this was the path most people took. In retrospect, his insistence on taking us to the easy trail should have been Clue #1 that this hike was maybe more than we bargained for.

Clue #2 came from the local gentlemen at the base of the trail inquiring whether we carried enough water with us. They said two liters each was the minimum necessary. We were confident that we had brought enough and suspected that the gentlemen were simply trying to sell bottles of water to unwitting tourists.

The bright sunny morning turned overcast in the afternoon, giving us relief from the African sun. It didn’t take us long to admit that, had it been a hot, sunny day, we absolutely would have needed the full two liters of water each!

The trail to the top of Table Mountain, turned out to be less of a “path” and more of an endless flight of stone stairs (think Lord of the Rings). Some parts were steep enough they required scrambling with both hands. The best part of the trail was that the most treacherous switchbacks were flanked with barbed wire fence, so if you slipped, you had the added bonus of your skin being ruthlessly punctured by the very fence designed to stop your fall down a jagged rock face.

Man Hiking Table Mountain Cape Town South Africa

We were clearly a long way from Colorado! Hiking in Africa was on a whole different level.

We took our time and made it to the top two and a half hours later, our spirits high with the feeling of accomplishment. The clouds at the top were minimal, and the view of the city was spectacular! The grueling hike was well worth it.

View of Cape Town from Top of Table Mountain

The best part of this whole adventure was that the cable car had opened while we were slogging our way up the mountain. We were all thrilled beyond belief that we didn’t have to hike down as well!

Our takeaways from this excursion: Take heed of the locals. They know their stuff. Both the cab driver and the water-sellers knew their business. We did well to take their advice.

We can’t even begin to imagine what the more difficult trail was like! This one was legendary enough!

-Annie, Your Friend at Orange Backpack Travel