Don't call it Frisco! Day 1 in SF

After a slightly shorter flight than anticpated, made up for by someone connecting the dockway correctly, and the customary greeting from US customs - I was in America!
Choosing to take (cheap) public transport I trained into the central city, getting off below the giant Nordstrom store. And what should be there? the cable car.

Having never done it before I proceeded to buy a ticket, and joined the rather significant queue. Lessons learnt:
1. Not a fast queue,
2. Not a fast method of transport,
3. Not good transport if carrying a backpack of all your wordly possessions,
4. Did I mention the queue?
None-the-less, now I feel like an actual bona-fide San Francisian.

The hostel is a simple walk around the waterfront from the cable car line, so naturally I went completely the wrong way. I blame my guide book for running out of map.
Once there, time for shower and back around the waterfront (the fast way) to hire a bicycle and commence the ride across the Golden Gate bridge (again the waterfront)
By the time I hired the bike, I had 2.5 hours until the place closed, and they charge by the hour so I wasn't hanging around. Unfortunately I didn't account for the wind, which obviously had been watching Wellington and 'upsized' it in typical American fashion. Round trip was a fast 1hr40, of which 30 minutes was the return journey (with the wind).

The only thing seemingly unaffected by the wind is the haze. It's miraculous.

Tomorrow - The Rock.