The day started off with Fisherman's wharf. Alex was late so I went to check out the sea lions at the end of the wharf. I hadn't seen any there before but there were masses upon masses of sealions just sunbathing on the floats. They stunk like shit and also made lots of noise. But they looked at ease and like they were enjoying themselves. I don't think a life as a sea lion would be half bad. They're the furry couch potatoes of the ocean.
Once Alex arrived, we went to rent two bikes from Blazing Saddles near the wharf. We cycled between crowds of people and cars, along Fort Mason, until we reached the bike path where we cycled next to the water with a view of the bridge.
It was probably 24~26 degrees that day and I felt so happy just to be able to bask in the sun for a bit, knowing that it was San Francisco. Here are the pretty views we came across as we cycled towards the Golden Gate bridge.
I just love how many different points you can see the city from and how it looks so different every time. There were quite a few uphill points towards the bridge. I nearly died but when we made it, I was unproportionately giddy.
Then we cycled on the east side of the bridge to Sausalito. For future reference, always stick to the right side of the bridge. I discovered why San Franciscans are so friendly. Its because all the angry, blood-boiling locals are too busy cycling their rage away near the Golden Gate bridge.
When we finally got to Sausalito, we enjoyed the view of the city from Vista Point.
Then we cycled down a series of hills (It was soooooo fun) to reach the town part of Sausalito. Even though its still part of San Francisco, and just across the bridge, Sausalito felt like an entirely different place. The streets were clean, there were fancy boutiques everywhere, the buildings looked so quaint and refined- it was definitely a change of scene.
By this point, we were both starving from all the cycling. So we walked around the town and we found a little fish and chip shop near the other side of the piers.
After lunch/arvo tea, we went to a Starbucks and hung out till the sun started to set. Then we walked out towards the water and waited. And took hella photos.
We had two choices to get back to San Francisco. Either take a ferry from Sausalito, or take a ferry from Belvedere Cove, which would have been another 2-3 hours worth of cycling away; or cycle back to San francisco via the bridge (the way we came from). The ferry cost money so we were a bit reluctant to take it. But the journey back the way we came would've been all uphill (gigantic hills at that)... so, we decided to take the ferry. We could've cycled to Belvedere Cove, but that would've taken too much time too if we wanted to check out the rest of Sausalito. So we decided to catch the ferry from Sausalito and to explore Belvedere Cove another day.
Here's the view from the ferry back to the ferry building in SF.
We cycled back to Fisherman's wharf from the ferry building, and returned the bikes to an afterhours garage. It required a lot of effort to return but at last, we figured it out with two other girls who were equally as lost as us.
It was already 9 or 10 by the time we finished with the bike. We went to Applebee's at the wharf and had a really really good dinner (and it was so cheap ah someone take me back. I lurv steak)

If that wasn't a great enough day, after dinner, we went to explore the sea caves at Ocean Beach. We didn't know where they were, but we knew the approximate location. So we went venturing with a small torch, and gathered some fire wood along the way. We didn't know where the entrance to the cave was, and at one point, Alex was so freaked out he thought there was a man in a white suit standing outside the entrance of the cave. It turned out to be a giant rock. And it wasn't even the entrance to the cave. The entrance was actually marked with visibly noticeable graffiti so we found it in the end. We didn't know how deep the cave was either, or whether animals/ hobos lived in it. So we chucked some of the wood far into the cave and waited to see if anything would run out at us. I don't want to admit this but it was pretty scary. But anything scary makes things more exciting. We walked into the cave to discover that it was actually much smaller than we thought it was. And it was beautiful; filled with graffiti, and the perfect size to start a small bonfire.

We had a few beers, and just chilled out next to the fire.
After that we took the empty bottles, and threw them against the rocks.
It was so satisfying, hearing the sound of the glass shattering against the hard stone. By then it was 2am in the morning.
I'd throw my pie for you,
Emma
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Also, I took so many great snapchat videos that night, but they all deleted themselves because I didn't have 4g. I hate snapchat.