Over the Bridge
Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
394Trip End Ongoing
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As the weather happened to be so conveniently 'spot on' this morning I opted to make the most of it, spending a day at leisure soaking up some of the more distant attractions by bicycle. You get a colourful map thingy with little cartoon images of all the main sites. It's all very touristy and idiot-proof and as I was still part comatosed and more than happy with the simplicity of it all, I took the plunge.
I peddled like an old tired thing up and around the wharf, through the park and down to the long road which runs parallel to the ocean and takes you out towards the bridge. The adjoining sidewalk is just as big and conveniently split into three lanes: one for the safety of pedestrians, joggers, skaters and dog-walkers; and another(split into two) for the 'traffic' of cyclists, all making their way to or from the Golden Gate bridge.
It wasn't long before I acquired a 'bike buddy', young Jason the Aussie, who had also opted to see the city and its attractions by bike. We pressed on. I know nothing about the Golden Gate bridge so can say nothing about it, other than some of the photo opportunities are grand. The bridge itself is grand, as is the ride across - which involves being sucked into the slipstream of thundering juggernauts as you try and steady yourself and take in the views from all around. Quite an experience.
We powered down the long and windy road to 'Sausalito', a tiny little village on the waterfront with a scattering of eateries and shops. There's a little Italian place right on the waters edge overlooking the city. We snacked on focaccia's and rattled down a couple of the cheap local brew. Jason the Aussie was right on form and like many other Aussies, loves to sup. He's a good lad, and on his way up to Canada as part of his quest to absorb the Americas from head to toe. He told me how he left his friends behind to take on mortgages and debt and other associated headaches, and cannot for the life of him understand why people wouldn't want to go and see stuff.
After watching an amazing guitar-playing dog down at the mariner, we boarded the ferry and chugged back over to Fisherman's wharf. Jason was keen to go to Hooters and as it felt rude not to, I accompanied him. The fact that they offer $2.50 beers at happy hour restored my faith a little in the American price tag, and I was more than happy to sit amongst the pleasant surroundings. Some of them anyway..