SAN FRANCISCO

Day 26 – San Francisco – City Centre Hostel. 65km

On arriving in San Francisco I was belatedly struck by an interesting observation about our trip to now. We’ve been on the road in America for more than three weeks and I could count on two hands the number of African Americans we’ve seen. We’ve not been in any sizeable cities until now, but it still comes as a surprise.

The towns of Marin country we’ve ridden through – Fairfax, San Anselmo, Larkspur, Sausalito – are pretty appealing. Judging from what I see here from my bicycle, it would seem every day is sunny, life is pleasant and troubles are manageably small. Except for perhaps the water problem – which is not so small.

The hostel we’re in is on the edge of the notorious Tenderloin district (think East Hastings), in a funky old hotel  – The Atherton, built at the turn of the century. It’s full of charm and young people from around the world. We’re the only touring cyclists in the place. We plan to stay here for a couple of days to rest and explore. I’ve been to SF a few times before, but everything looks different when you’re travelling by bike. After just one afternoon riding across town to find our hostel I’ve got a very different feeling for the city. I’m charmed.

Riding over the Golden Gate Bridge was a bit of a challenge. But unlike the challenges of other bridges we’ve ridden, e.g competing for space with fast-moving traffic, being buffeted by heavy cross winds, etc.  The wide and separated sidewalk of the GG Bridge was great, but it was jammed with people for the whole length. Many of them were on rental bikes and unsteady in their ability. It wasn’t hazardous, but it wasn’t much fun either.