San Francisco, Day 3

Guess where I is....

(Sorry in advance folks, this is gonna be a long post...)

Three words.

Golden.

Gate.

Bridge.

GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE!!!

The first thing you notice as you get off the bus at the bridge, at least the day we were there, is the change in weather.  While the weather in San Francisco is warm and dry, the area around the bay is covered in a layer of sea fog.  While this kept the area nice and cool, it did unfortunately limit the views and photo opportunities available.

But you know what?  Don't care.  We're at the Mother Friggin' Golden Gate Bridge, beeyatches!

It's one of those moments where you think "We're there.  We're actually there".  You see so many photos of it, you can picture it in your mind's eye, but for some reason until you're actually there it doesn't quite seem real.

And then I was standing on it.

I was standing on on the Golden Gate Bridge.

The fog horns going off underneath.  The cars rumbling by.  The oh-so-slight swaying and vibrating.  It was surreal.  It was amazing.  It was beautiful and breath-taking and oh-so-slightly scary... and then oh-so-real.

And then, all too soon... It was over and done with.  We'd walked across and back, and we'd done it.

Another experience I'd highly recommend is Fort Point underneath the Bridge. A five minute walk from the Visitor Centre, it's a beautiful brick Fort with magnificent views of all the steelwork under the bridge.  Most enjoyable.

This was followed by a visit to the Palace of Fine Arts (Most spectacular faux-Greco Roman structures set amongst amazing gardens and beautiful suburbs, followed by the Exploratorium.

Unless you are a child aged 12 or under, DO NOT GO to the Exploratorium.  A COMPLETE WASTE OF TIME!!!  Nick and I left with a headache.  Do Not Recommend.

Dinner in the Castro and then to bed.

P.S. - I got my coffee.