Last day in USA

As luck would have it Dira was at the drugstore and stood next to one of the few Aussies we have encountered on our trip and he in turn shared his head cold with her. As a consequence, I struck out alone to walk the Golden Gate Bridge. A bus trip over the bridge saw the driver drop off myself and three Spanish speaking women at what did not even appear to be bus stop and was way past the end of the bridge. A bit of careful navigation along a non pedestrian road soon saw me joining the throng of people and cars crossing the bridge. It was a warm sunny day and even the wind was light. The traffic noise (6 lanes of non stop cars, trucks and buses) did not quite allow for the type of walk I had I mind but nothing could beat the view. After crossing I walked over to the Pacific Ocean side to see some coastline, surfers under the bridge and a huge tanker pass by. I also enjoyed great views of the city skyline and the harbour. Returning to the hotel saw Dira feeling well enough to venture out into the warm afternoon sunshine for a final bask before we head even further toward home via the Fears. We know Winter awaits us.