Landing in San Francisco is an interesting, if not slightly terrifying experience. As the plane descends and you get below the clouds you start to see the city lights, but then as you keep descending you come upon Karl, the famous San Franciscan fog. You expect it to clear but it doesn't. You just keep going and going through it and you're left wondering how the hell the pilot knows where the hell he's supposed to land. And then, at the last second, the fog clears and before you have time to catch your breath the plane touches down just where it is supposed to.