Sausalito – Biking the Golden Gate Bridge | Part (III)

Took a snapshot at this lovely residential estate cum diner by the bay! Loving how the baby blues of the house were in perfect pastel harmony with the cloud-streaked blues of the skies and crystal clear turquoise of the sea. We were finally in Sausalito, after biking from the pier, then across the Golden Gate Bridge!

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Insanely steep downhills, narrow roads and strange sudden curves were characteristic of bike paths on Sausalito. The whole wind-whipping-in-face and look-ma-no-hands! as we careened (at times uncontrollably) down the slopes into Sausalito’s town center, felt sooo good! I had my fingers curled around the brakes, all ready to slam it, but we never stopped at the downhills which were the best parts!

This statue of a Marines soldier stands at the gateway into Sausalito, just before the bike trail hits the endlessly steep highways downtown. If you see him, you’re on the right way!

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Sausalito took my breath away, not just from the sheer exertion of biking!! This San Francisco Bay Area city in California stands at an elevation of 13 feet. With a small population of slightly more than 7000, it was once was home to an indigenous settlement known as Liwanelowa before the site was invaded by the Europeans.

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Basking in the afternoon sunshine! That said, the temptation of taking a dip in (the shallow end of) the ocean had to be greatly resisted.

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The whole town was really quiet, except for us biking stragglers who, having reached our intended destination, had our vehicles docked in the bike-parking lots as we settled down for celebratory lunch. At Sausalito, there were a couple of novelty stores and vintage souvenir houses which looked pretty amazing.

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Early dinner at Le Garage Bistro Sausalito, overlooking the bay! We dined to the sounds of lapping waves and seagulls flapping above our heads.

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Some pasta and smoked salmon crepes, anybody? I guess cycling left me famished, I ate in record time.

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Though it’s a tiny town, Sausalito has a myriad of public attractions: the Cazneau Playground, Cloud View Park, Martin Luther King Park Langendorf Park and so many more, as well as  Schoonmaker Beach, Swede’s Beach and Tiffany Beach.

FYI Sausalito is currently home to Darren Hayes (singer-songwriter, and former lead of the awesome band Savage Garden), Amy Tan (novelist who brought us The Joy Luck Club and The Bonesetter’s Daughter), as well as Ken Pontac ( author of the sadistic internet series Happy Tree Friends).

After a really short, yet very refreshing and memorable afternoon at Sausalito, we booked a ferry ticket to take us, along with our bikes, across the bay to San Francisco. Was glad for the biking journey to be over, but sad, as that meant we were about to leave Sausalito and San Francisco behind.

xoxo,
Viktoria Jean

Hoshino Coffee

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Post-workout dinner in which the matcha souffle we were looking so forward to turned out not so fantastic whilst the main dishes were amazing. Whenever I’m back in Singapore, enochlophobia kicks in. Peak hour dining, rush hour traffic, a Friday night out – tell me how I can avoid the crowds please! Thankfully my usual working hours are big-time screwed, so I get to watch movies at non-peak periods and chill at cafès while everybody else is at work. Home sweet home, everybody.

too close for comfort

Bangkok Jam and World War Z to celebrate Enkee’s post-23rd
(somehow silly me forgot to take Joyce again…)

Happy ten-years of friendship ENQI!
NYGH wouldn’t have been the same if we’ve never met;
we would have missed out on hiding and talking under the covers of our blue high school jackets (which we NEVER took off unless it’s gym period or physical ed. class) while flunking every single math test right up till O’levels.
So aren’t you glad that the bitchy 13-year-old me had been friends with your twin sister, and together we giggled about your helmet-shaped hair?
I’m kidding ❤ I was a mean kid. Thanks for putting up with me!

And with the theory that Kryspy brought up,
perhaps there’s really a little bit of each of you in me (vice versa)

World War Z is a little too close for comfort,
as if any second now the zombie apocalypse is gonna erupt in our faces because someone out there has been sheltering the ugly truth.
As it is with aliens, extra-terrestials, super-humans, ghosts, pontianaks, vampires, werewolves and any possible supernatural being.
It is never the end. (BRAD PITT’S LAST WORDS, and with that, a sequel is already in the works.)
But seriously, the movie has deviated too much from the book – too heavy an emphasis on cinematic effects and spreading the geopolitical message too thin.
The book that was meant to shed light on pressing global issues became a film on how to machine-gun down the masses of salivating dead people.
Hollywood for you.

One scene that made me crack the hell up – zombies mounting the Great Wall of Israel.1

bright sunshine on a cold day

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“As the years pass,
I am coming more and more to understand that it is the
common, everyday blessings of our
common everyday lives
for which we should be particularly grateful.

They are the things that fill our lives with comfort
and our hearts with gladness —
just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it;
just warmth and shelter and home folks;
just plain food that gives us strength;
the bright sunshine on a cold day;
and a cool breeze when the day is warm.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder,
Writings to Young Women from Laura Ingalls Wilder – Volume One: On Wisdom and Virtues