Golden Orange Gateway

Trip Start Mar 14, 2006
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Trip End Mar 15, 2007


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Saturday, February 17, 2007

Back in San Francisco this beautiful city had just one more pin-up that I had to check out before I left so I rocked on over to the Golden Gate bridge.

When I say rocked I really mean walked and by walked I really mean staggered with it first looking so close and being such a great t-shirt weather day the walk seemed like a good idea plus the need to burn off an excess amount of cheeseburgers and hot dogs wolfed down in the last two weeks.

Trekking over to the bridge I wandered through some more colouful neighborhoods with Victorian row houses lining more steep streets wondering why I didn't take the bus. Reaching the bay side shore the small beach was crowded out with the boardwalk along the bay full of dog walkers, cyclists, skaters and more dog walkers. The view across to the bridge from here was great with it easily being the most beautiful bridge I've seen and also very very orange. Damn that thing is big, no wonder it didn't look so far away.

Scaling the bridge (there were steps) I walked the length of it enjoying the views across the bay and the city along the way but probably not as much as the guy in the helicopter flying under the bridge. Reaching the far side I, erm turned and walked back again traipsing for another few hours to return to the city.

Heading north from here I had decided the 200 hour or something journey (may have been shorter) by bus to Seattle was not the length of time I wanted to spend in another greyhound bus after the last gauntlet so opted for the even longer but hopefully more comfortable Amtrak train. Trains in America ain't big, well actually they are being huge double decker behemoths but I mean few people take them with the rail network here dominated more by freight trains with few passenger train services. Arriving at the Amtrak ticket office I boarded a bus full of Dutch school kids to get to the station on the other side of the bay only wondering after we were moving if they were actually going to the station.

The late night train was already running an hour and half late before we left but with a huge amount of leg space in front of the equally huge reclining seat complete with leg rest and pillow I didn't care, soon falling asleep stretched out smugly thinking about loony filled buses.
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