Hey All,
It turns out San Francisco is the land of the free lunch. This makes sense, given their collective propensity for getting rich off of cyberspace.
So far, no luck in that department for us hobo yachtsmen despite this awesome website.
We got here at dawn yesterday. The view was surreal. The full moon to the West. The sun just about to peek out to the East.
The pictures turned out like ass. We need a real camera.
Coming into the Bay in twilight we were terrified of getting run over by one of these.
There was a guy rowing around in a racing hull out in the Bay in the dark. He was, without a doubt, the craziest yuppie bastard I've ever seen.
We're staying at the Golden Gate Yacht Club, about a mile inside the bay. The view of the Golden Gate, Alcatraz, and assorted other stuff is surreal. We're right next to this place:
THE PALACE OF THE FINE ARTS
Clearly, we've landed in the creme de la creme of San Fran. Suprisingly, there are little shitty boats like ours docked up next to SUPERYACHTS in the marina here.
So far, noone has asked us to pay for our slip, so we haven't. SUSS!
Yesterday, we rallied the dinghy 12 miles to Alameda for a new Simrad Autopilot. 530 dollars later, we're right back where we started.
En route we passed the most expensive sailboat ever built (seriously). We couldn't help but laugh.
This beast is several hundred feet long. WHY?
To reiterate, viagra is cheaper, tough guy.
We went out for dinner yesterday with old friends and for breakfast this morning with Nico from Bay Area Kite Surf.
As alluded earlier, we didn't have to drop a dime on food. Thanks, amigos ricos!
San Fran is amazing but it can't do justice to the image of it I have in my mind.
Gone are the days. Joggers, yuppies, and technophiles are all I see. Not a legit hippie in sight.
Maybe we're in the wrong neighborhood.
Regardless, the wind is too light to kite but good for sailing, so we're rolling South.
It's a voyage of self-discovery... sailing along, boldly asking the tough questions:
DO SEALS LIKE SPAM?
Ciao!
So far, no luck in that department for us hobo yachtsmen despite this awesome website.
We got here at dawn yesterday. The view was surreal. The full moon to the West. The sun just about to peek out to the East.
The pictures turned out like ass. We need a real camera.Coming into the Bay in twilight we were terrified of getting run over by one of these.
There was a guy rowing around in a racing hull out in the Bay in the dark. He was, without a doubt, the craziest yuppie bastard I've ever seen.
We're staying at the Golden Gate Yacht Club, about a mile inside the bay. The view of the Golden Gate, Alcatraz, and assorted other stuff is surreal. We're right next to this place:
THE PALACE OF THE FINE ARTS
Clearly, we've landed in the creme de la creme of San Fran. Suprisingly, there are little shitty boats like ours docked up next to SUPERYACHTS in the marina here.
So far, noone has asked us to pay for our slip, so we haven't. SUSS!
Yesterday, we rallied the dinghy 12 miles to Alameda for a new Simrad Autopilot. 530 dollars later, we're right back where we started.
En route we passed the most expensive sailboat ever built (seriously). We couldn't help but laugh.
This beast is several hundred feet long. WHY?
To reiterate, viagra is cheaper, tough guy.
We went out for dinner yesterday with old friends and for breakfast this morning with Nico from Bay Area Kite Surf.
As alluded earlier, we didn't have to drop a dime on food. Thanks, amigos ricos!
San Fran is amazing but it can't do justice to the image of it I have in my mind.
Gone are the days. Joggers, yuppies, and technophiles are all I see. Not a legit hippie in sight.
Maybe we're in the wrong neighborhood.
Regardless, the wind is too light to kite but good for sailing, so we're rolling South.
It's a voyage of self-discovery... sailing along, boldly asking the tough questions:
DO SEALS LIKE SPAM?
Ciao!