The path onto the bridge had a blind spot for any riders coming off the bridge. One of the seasoned bikers yelled at all us tourists for staying in the blind spot (whoops!) As Brendan put it, “Why do they ride when all the tourists are?” The ride across was about 20 minutes across and extremely windy-as shown by Sarah’s hair!
The other side consisted of a large parking lot and seaside views. Many tour buses were parked in this area.
Once we were back across we stopped at the Golden Gate State Park store. Sarah found really cute things that were too expensive, but ended up purchasing a button that said “I biked the Golden Gate Bridge.” Brendan bought a t-shirt that said the same thing.
The ride down was much more enjoyable! Brendan had us make a stop at the Palace of Fine Arts—pictured on the next page. It was gorgeous and the sun was beginning to set, adding to its beauty. Everyone who walked around the area seemed peaceful.
As we made our way back to the pier we stumbled across the food truck party the backpacker had mentioned! It was called “Off …show more content…
We lunched at “Sam Wo Restaurant” on 713 Clay ST, for it was rated #1 on Yelp. It was delicious, authentic, and the servers spoke English! (I know this is sad, but it was a little scary eating in China Town.) We walked through the streets filled with fresh produce and dead fish everywhere. The BEST part was the Golden Gate Fortune Cookie Factory. We watched two old Asian women take the fresh cookie circles and place them on shapers. Then we were given samples of the fresh fortune cookies! It was down an alley and felt secretive. We also visited a few souvenir shops and Sarah found a cheap t-shirt for her