As both our camera’s seemed to have run out of battery power and I have no spare, I bought one for a fair $35.
We ambled back to the hotel until we headed to pier 39 again to watch the sailaway at 7pm. It was getting a bit chilly by then and we soon accumulated one or two others from the ship, including one of the dancers.
The sailaway was great as the sun disappeared and the clouds rolled in but the ship was too far away to recognise anyone but no doubt Mal was on the binoculars and we jumped up and down and waved anyway, until we were cold and hungry. We’d spied a place selling baked potatoes almost alongside the hotel so we headed there , but were 5 minutes too late!
We crashed quite early, but the room wasn’t as dark as I would have liked.
So far, San Francisco has been a pleasant place to be. The cruisers will be heading on to warmer climes but when I looked into the mirror, I found that the wind and sun had had an effect on my face. Better than pasty white I suppose. One more day then off back home - then I suppose it is countdown to next year.