I spent 10 hours in San Fran last week with no sleep from the previous three days.
I ate a delicious burger at the Embarcadero, rode shady public transit all over to see what it would be like if I lived there, and had my shoes shined by a homeless man who tried to convince me I was from Texas.
All in all, I had a fun Monday afternoon. I actually like increasing my stopover times when flying these days just to see what I can accomplish in a matter of hours before catching the next flight.
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