So we’ve arrived in San Francisco, and Oliver Baker has renewed acquaintance with his namesake Oliver over an unexpectedly pleasant meal at a restaurant in Chinatown. The [other] Oliver went above and beyond the call of duty, and popped down from Davis just to see us.

The flights on Northwest from Charlottetown were efficient and uninspiring and ultimately uneventful, which is what you want when flying. The new Detroit Northwest terminal is stunning. The $3 “snack boxes” on the Detroit to San Francisco leg were moribund. We arrived 14 minutes late after a spectacular ride over the mountains from Utah through California.

Our hotel is very central, and quite pleasant: think slightly down-market (and certainly cheaper) Ian Schrager. We asked for a larger quite room to accommodate [our own] Oliver, and they obliged.

I’ve souped up the little Plazes “Where is Peter?” plug-in that runs in the right sidebar of the web version of this blog so that once I go offline it displays the last place I was, so you can follow me around virtually if you’re so inclined. Speaking of Plazes, it’s the first time since Reboot that I’ve been somewhere with people in my “online within 2km” list that I don’t actually know personally (although, ironically, I read their blogs…). Cool.