In God's Country

Another long day. This holiday malarkey is a young person's game. But glorious sunshine all day. What a difference. After stuffing in as much of the hotel breakfast as we could manage, it was off to get onto one of these famous cable cars and travel uptown. As good as any fairground ride - and right over to Market Street. Then a long stroll back, with iced coffees, up through Chinatown where we avoided buying anything apart from X-rated fortune cookies. Tourists, us? Back to get a couple of crab rolls and sit in the sun awhile before it was time to head off to Santa Clara, for who was in town but the world famous Irish Rock combo, U2. I say in town, but actually that town was Santa Clara - a short journey on the street car, railway and light rail taking a couple of hours.. or so. Although it had been a warm day, temperatures plummeted and the stadium has a wonderful design which mimics a wind tunnel at the top of the lower tiers. Still, Mumford and his son did a storming support, and once the darkness fell, Bono and his boys arrived in low key manner, banging out a couple of old faves before the main screen lit and they kicked off the whole of the Joshua Tree, in front of wonderful footage shot by Anton Corbijn. Stunning stuff and worth the entrance money alone, with the $12 beer thrown in.
We stumbled out cold into the night for the long journey back. Deserted streets but a taxi driver who put on U2 for us. Kip at 2am. Happy as Larry. And out.