This reminds of the first time I ever went to San Francisco from Australia. My hotel was near some famous tourist spot (oh, Pier 39 - it's mentioned in the post!). I went down to see what was there, and was struck by the most intense deja-vu I'd ever felt. This was my first time to the US, but for some reason I knew this place. It was like I had astral-projection traveled there or something crazy.<p>Walking around the pier I instinctively knew where everything was: store fronts, stairs... I knew that if I went down I would look out and see Alcatraz? Yep, there it was. And if I went left I'd see... sea lions?! I even said "sea lions?" out loud to myself. I'd never even seen a sea lion before, but yep, there they were!<p>I was freaking out until I turned around and saw a flight of stairs with a bright red hand rail and realised: Tony Hawk Pro Skater IV.