Today was San Francisco day. I left Samuel P Taylor campground at just gone 9.00, and headed out. It always feels good heading to a major city with no maps, and only a vague idea of where I need to be, although it will be hard to top cycling into Damascus in the dark along a motorway. At least in this case, I had a major landmark in the Golden Gate Bridge to head for.

Everything went fine for a while, apart from when I was going downhill and turned a corner, to find a motorcycle sliding across the road towards me, closely followed by its tumbling driver, which I just managed to avoid. Both motorcyclist and bike seemed fine, so I carried on, asking directions along the way.