Impressed with ourselves for being up and everything packed into the car by 7am, we went for breakfast. The chaos awaiting us, and frustratingly long queues just to get in had never even crossed our minds (even after we had seen how many people had been leaving the day before). Yosemite National Park is obviously an amzing place for kids to visit but do all 500 of them really have to have breakfast at 7am on the dot!
Leaving the park was as spectacular as our entrance. Entering San Francisco was stressful but nonetheless cheieved mishap free. Fuel tank full and bikes reloaded we tried to formulate a hill free ride to our hotel. Inone direction was Taylor Street and it's 4 steap peaks. In front of me was bay Street with a small climb and no inidication of what was over it. Eventually we decided to follow a bike route which took us along the Marina and up through the Presidio. Luckily this was gentle enough.
The sun was shining; San Francisco was free of it's infamous city fog and we had a room in a cute hotel called the Monte Cristo on Presidio Avenue. Our clothes stepped off us and marched of their own accord to the launderette, to return a few hours later. In the interim we had to wear our most stylish of outfits which consisted of those items least warranting fumigation. Clad so, we headed finally for a lunchtime cake. At 7, having missed lunch we devoured bread, pasta, tiramisu and wine 300ft from our hotel in Osteria on Sacramento, where our waitor told us he was about to have brain surgery - I sincerely hope this was not a ploy to get a bigger tip.
Wednesday
17 years ago
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