The Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco

A Walk Across the Golden Gate Bridge

In our last episode of Amber Describes Her Trip to San Francisco In Excruciating Detail, our heroine (that’s me) was still on Pier 39, admiring the seals. As we left, however, the rain which had been threatening for a while finally started to fall. We’d been walking for hours by this point, so the sensible thing would’ve been to return to the hotel and get some rest, at least until the rain stopped.

We’re not sensible, though, so instead we decided to go straight to the Golden Gate Bridge.

This wasn’t quite as stupid as it sounds. The rain which had just started signalled the start of a two day storm which was due to hit the Bay area. We’d heard about this storm on the weather forecast, where it was being spoken about as if it signalled the End of Days. The rain would wash San Francisco right off the map, the weatherman solemnly informed us, so if we had any sights to see, we’d better get them seen before they were obscured forever by fog.

OK, he didn’t say that last bit. The storm did sound like it would be a pretty bad one, though, and we figured we should see the bridge before it started, so we jumped into a taxi and asked the driver to take us to the side of the bridge closest to the city.

“OH GOD, NOT THE BRIDGE!” said the taxi driver in horror. “What do you want to see THAT for? You can see it from here! And it’s going to rain! RAIN.”

Feeling like the world’s biggest idiots, we explained that we’d quite fancied walking across the bridge. “Actually,” said Terry, “It looks like the rain’s eased off a bit: could you take us to the opposite side, so we can walk back?”

“No,” said the taxi driver.

We all laughed, nervously, for we had assumed this gentleman was being paid to drive us, but obviously this was not the case. Awkward.

“No,” said the driver again, “I most certainly could not. You asked me to take you to this side of the bridge and that’s where I’ll be taking you. Anyway,” he added, “you don’t need to WALK the bridge to be able to SAY you walked the bridge. Just step onto it from this side, then you can say you done it, but you won’t actually have to DO it.”

He chuckled, pleased to have been able to impart such great wisdom to us.

“Tell you what,” I said, leaning forward, “How about you just take us back to the airport? We’ll just look at PHOTOS of the bridge on the internet and then that’ll be even better because we won’t have to see the rest of the city AT ALL!”

Except I only said that in my own head, obviously. Well, I didn’t want to annoy the man. He was actually quite nice. He just REALLY hated that bridge.

It seemed useless to try and explain to the driver that we didn’t want to just SAY we’d walked the bridge, we actually wanted to DO it, so we meekly got out of the cab at the place of his choosing, paid him, and, of course, tipped him for his trouble. And there it was:

The Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco

“That’s rubbish!” we all chorused. “We should’ve just stayed at home and looked at a photo of it instead!”

No, I’m joking. It was well worth seeing in person. I mean, it’s quite some bridge, no?

visiting the Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco California

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We walked out to the middle, before the wind and rain forced us back, as we realised that if we walked all the way across we’d just have to turn and walk all the way back in the rain (The Other Side being a place where taxi drivers will not go, obviously…). Also, although he’ll probably kill me for saying this, one member of our party is not fond of heights, and was finding the constant shaking and groaning of the bridge just a little bit disconcerting:

Walking across the Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco

Walking across the Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco

But it was worth it – I mean, look at the view of the city you get from half way across the bridge:

We still weren’t done, though. You really wish we were, don’t you? The rain had stopped again, so we headed first of all to the famous Painted Ladies:

After that, we walked to the Haight Ashbury district which, as I heard one passer-by say, “Is where the 60s happened.” It’s crammed full of vintage and second hand shops, and basically has a lot of counter-culture type stuff, which makes it endlessly interesting for a walk around. Haight Street is also home to the Bettie Page store where I bought this dress, so needless to say, I loved it.

THEN we headed back to the hotel. Report this ad In a taxi. In the taxi, Terry made the mistake of telling the driver we were making the trip to Alcatraz the next day. “OH GOD, NOT ALCATRAZ!” exclaimed the driver in horror. “Man, I hate that place. Worst day out ever. Seriously, you guys are about to have the most boring day of your lives. I’ve been twice, and I have NEVER been so bored. GOD.” Report this ad “Well, where would YOU go in San Francisco, if you were us?” Terry asked. The driver thought for a moment. “Honestly?” he said. “I’d just go home, get an early night.” We didn’t, though. And the next day? We headed straight to Alcatraz.

THEN we headed back to the hotel.

In a taxi.

In the taxi, Terry made the mistake of telling the driver we were making the trip to Alcatraz the next day.

“OH GOD, NOT ALCATRAZ!” exclaimed the driver in horror. “Man, I hate that place. Worst day out ever. Seriously, you guys are about to have the most boring day of your lives. I’ve been twice, and I have NEVER been so bored. GOD.”

“Well, where would YOU go in San Francisco, if you were us?” Terry asked.

The driver thought for a moment.

“Honestly?” he said. “I’d just go home, get an early night.”

We didn’t, though.

And the next day? We headed straight to Alcatraz…

A walk across the Golden Gate Bridge

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COMMENTS
  • Carys

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    (I know I’m a bit previous with this comment, but I bloody LOVED Alcatraz. Scared the crap out of me, it was *brilliant*)

    June 28, 2011
  • LOL! The reactions of the taxi drivers were priceless, I wish you would’ve said what was in your head 😀

    June 28, 2011
    • these guys really love san fran :DDD

      June 29, 2011
  • So, I have been a fan of your Shoeper Woman Blog and as I was reading your latest on your trip to San Fransisco, I realized your name is Amber. Shoes and a name, friendships have been made with less in common. You rock!

    June 28, 2011
  • Sandy

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    I don’t think the taxi drivers work for the tourist board then?!?!

    June 28, 2011
  • Steffi

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    I went to San FRan in 2009 and we chose to go to Alcatraz mostly because we figured we should have seen it. I think, though, that it was actually my favourite thing we looked at (next to the redwood tress North of the city). I thought it was in incredibly intense experience. I’m curious to find out how you liked it.

    June 28, 2011
  • Jen

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    I’m loving your S.F. adventure tales. It’s lots of fun seeing & hearing how a tourist sees my back yard! 🙂

    June 28, 2011
  • These posts are bringing back such great memories. So far you’ve done all the things we did too!

    June 28, 2011
  • Nikki G

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    Another great set of pictures!

    June 28, 2011
  • Amber, I love your stories! You always make me giggle. I like a nice bridge, too!

    June 29, 2011
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