So I've just peddled 20 miles across the golden gate bridge and to a little town called Tiburon where I got the ferry back. Before I could do this though I peddled through the San Francisco equivalent of the Great north run, which was very random - well, actually it was a half marathon. There was no Garth Crooks, no Sir Jimmy Saville and absolutely no-one dressed up as Mr Blobby. Whilst this disappointed me it didn't surprise me because it was so bloody warm!
Alcatraz is all paid for for tomorrow (both ways before anyone asks). And now I'm off to march around and look at more things to take random, poorly laid out photographs of.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment