San Fransisco

The road to San Francisco. Mt Shasta, Northern California. Every mile of this road could have provided a backdrop to a Humphrey Bogart film or fulfil a mental image from a Jack Kerouac novel. Yet to start my trip to Frisco, we have to journey back to South/Central America.

Mt Shasta as a backdrop.

Mt Shasta as a backdrop.

I lived in Brazil a few years ago. A one week trip turned into three months, a rented apartment, a short relationship with a Brasileira and a whole lot of surfing. The guys I met there, Felipe and Denis, two cousins, where the most accommodating, frothing surfers I had met on the trip. After only a few days hanging out, we rented a place together. We had a great summer there in Florianopolis and always stayed in touch. When I saw the Felipe was now married and based in San Fran I knew i had to visit him.

I sent a facebook message over asking if he would be around to meet up and he kindly offered to put me up while I was in town. His lovely wife Tatiana cooked us up the meanest breakfasts (including my favourite Brazillian food, Acai). It was nice to chill and catch up, play some guitar hero and catch my breath. The first week had been all go, long non stop stints to break through the coldest weather in Canada and Oregon and make it into Northern California.

My plan was however somewhat stifled when the 49 day drought came to an end and a three day non stop storm hit, the day after I arrived. I had also caught up with Britt, a traveller who had passed through Costa Rica (where I was living at the time) a day before, we spent the rainy days with her friends eating a drinking downtown.

Cruising with Britt.

Cruising with Britt.

Golden Gate Bridge Up's.

Golden Gate Bridge Up's.

I also got to catch up with one of my good friends from University in England, Jonni. Since I last saw him he too had married and moved to SF. We, driven by his husband (who in a past life must have been a SF historian) checked out the entire city. It was basically the most fun day in a car you can imagine, and I learnt a whole heap, which is kind of important when figuring out how and why a city is what it is, ate some great food and laughed all day long.

A view a far, me cruising, photo by Britt.

A view a far, me cruising, photo by Britt.

It was hard to leave frisco, I love that city. But I am on a journey, and the road is calling.

Waterfront rips.

Waterfront rips.