Lomita Park

We jumped on the cable car a few stops up so we didn’t have to wait ages in a queue and headed to fisherman’s Wharf to get some bikes. We were met by a girl in the bike shop who told us we were “hip” which went down well with me especially since I had my barnyard cardigan on. We got our bikes and headed out to Crissy field and the bike path to the Golden Gate Bridge. The weather was totally on our side today as we had clear blue skies all day. It was gorgeous and so nice to be out and active. We stopped for photos whenever we could. We now have every possible view of San Francisco in photo form. Phil had to teach me how to use my gears (I’m not used to gears full stop least of all gears on both sides) and I probably messed things up as my chain crunched out of one of the cogs. We tried to fix it but couldn’t get it back in and both had black oil all over our hands so I called the bike place. It could not have happened in a better place as there were rescue bikes about 100 yards away and I was able to swap mine for another one and we were back on the road. In a short while we were cycling over the Golden gate bridge which was so good. We’ve seen the city from so many different views now. We stopped a few times to take it all in then carried on to Sausalito where we parked our bikes and found a place with the best view of the bay and sank a few beers before getting the ferry back to San Francisco where we had more beer and yet another view of the city. We were pretty ranked by this point so parked our bikes when we got off the ferry and went for oysters at Hog Island Oyster. Phil persuaded me to have one and it wasn’t that bad. We thought we would walk to Golden Gate Park but soon realised thus was a ridiculous plan as it was miles away so jumped on a bus. Thanks to our over enthusiastic drinking earlier we were too late to get to do anything but got to see some of the park which was lovely. We jumped on another bus as went to the coast to try and get a drink somewhere to watch the sunset. We were probably about 15 minutes too late to really appreciate it but stopped off at a pace which kind of resembled a posh American harvester for a pint before getting an Uber to a lush pizza restaurant. After we’d eaten Phil flaked out and wanted to go to bed. I felt the same but made him feel bad as we said we’d go all out on our last night. I was obviously thrilled to go to bed but was going to make him feel badLeer más