Body is battered and bruised

It always amazes me how far and fast you can travel on a bike. The fog rolled in and enveloped us as we travelled around Golden Gate Park and up, up and up the Presidio towards the Golden Gate Bridge. I was proper cold and was roaming around the gift shop looking for socks to wear on my rental bike. We couldn't even see the bridge when we first arrived because of the fog. 

After about five minutes of freezing my invisible bollocks off, I was ready to leave. Unfortunately, the Boy had spied that the fog around the base of the bridge was clearing. And indeed it was. At an incredibly. Slow. Rate. The Boy time. 

Needless to say, I got bored and started messing about with the functions on my phone. Did you know you can take 20 shots in the space of three seconds on a Samsung S3? Neither did I until that moment. Amazing how similar 20 shots of a bridge in fog can look. 

San Francisco is truly beautiful though and, I imagine, an amazing place to live. You get vistas of bridges, green spaces, beaches, water, hills. What more could ask for. Plus my fit bit was having a field day. 75 flights of stairs climbed in one day.

We were freezing when we finally got back so ended up going out locally in the Nopa area, specifically to the restaurant Nopa. I had read that it was difficult to get a booking but hadn't realised just how difficult until afterwards when a friend said that she had tried making a reservation three times. Well, girlfriend, you need to try again because the food was amazing. Yum. The flatbread and the pork chop were so delicious. And I felt trendy so double tick in one night.

The following day we spent the day roaming around the trendy, trendy area of the Mission district and eating some down and dirty Mexican food. Funnily enough, I think it was the place I ate at three years ago with my colleagues on a drunken night out. We wheeled our wheelie suitcase and luggage around the whole day, which was pretty annoying. Nothing beats a couple of hours sitting in Dolores Park, mind.

Life has been uneventful since San Francisco. I did complain to AA about their crappy old plane with their non-reclining seats. I mean, really? Who takes a red-eye flight and doesn't want to sleep? And who can sleep in an upright seat? Not even Chan, so it clearly was a disastrous scheduling error.

I spent Tuesday and today pretty battered and bruised. We're tired from lack of sleep and too much going on. Roll on Hawaii when we follow the sun out west again...