One of the best known bridges in the world, we had to do the bike trip over it. It was busy with four-wheeled, two-wheeled and two-legged traffic. We could just about see Alcatraz through the railings.
Saying goodbye to the ‘wing. After 16 days and over 4800 miles, it was a sad moment to see our trusty steed being driven away forever, out of our lives and never to be seen again (well, except fleetingly the next day).
The first time we had seen professional baseball players in the flesh. I’ll tell you what, they can’t half throw a ball, but what’s with the pyjamas?