So, we stayed for three nights in San Francisco. We both felt tired, and decided our legs could do with a proper rest. Our motel is about as far out of SF as is possible whilst still being on the Muni: we’re actually at the end of the N line. It’s about a 45 minute journey to downtown, and costs $2. (Hear that, First Group ? TWO DOLLARS. Not £2 to travel a mile and a half from my house to Bath Railway Station. Get a grip.) Here’s a picture of the Beach Motel: note suspicious-looking frontage on the left hand side at ground level: Pittsburgh’s Pub.
And the ground floor obscured by the Muni. Close, eh ?
So on the Sunday, we got the Muni downtown, and then walked over to Fisherman’s Wharf. We replaced some gear at Patagonia (one third off in the sale) and then I visited the USS Pampanito, a WW II submarine which is moored there. Blimey, it must have been like living inside a factory devoted to blowing things up. No home comforts at all. (Diane left me to it and went for ice cream!)
Then Diane took loads of photos of the sea lions at Pier 39.
We saw these guys, a Segway tour of SF. Useful for something at last. Then we got the N back to the motel, got an Indian takeaway and watched television (such a novelty these days).
On Monday, we did all our laundry, then got the N to Powell to go to the cinema to see Cowboys and Aliens. This film has no pretensions: it isn’t high art: it’s just a bit of fun. On the way home we stopped for a couple of pints and a pizza, which was so large it provided us with lunch for the following day. On the Tuesday we rode off to Half Moon Bay. I was feeling a bit flat, for a couple of reasons. Firstly, lots of the guys we’d been travelling with had ended their journey in SF, so we’d said a few goodbyes. Then, we’d overdone the celebrations a bit J And finally, our room at the motel was actually over the aforementioned Pittsburgh’s Pub, so sleep, for me, had been fitful at best for the last two nights because of the noise.Anyway, we rode out of San Francisco, and past Pacifica, where I used to fly paragliders in 1994. They’re still flying there, as you can just see in this picture: two gliders are just visible above the higher ridge on the right-hand side of the frame.
Then we rode over the notorious Devil’s Slide, a dire section of road which climbs up and over a bluff. They’re actually building a tunnel through it now, thank heavens.
The sun came out at long last and we camped at Half Moon Bay State Park. This is nice, right on the beach.
I’ve just had a crafty kip to try and make up my sleep deficit.
And finally, here’s a shot Diane took while riding along, without falling off ! Way to go !
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