Sat 9/6 – 6209 steps
I am man down. I have travelled to at least 5 Asian countries, as well as central Africa and I am really aware and careful about not using hand rails, washing hands etc and never had any trouble. I am also so impressed by the cleanliness of American public abolutions (specially compared to south of France and anywhere in Asia), yet, and I have to do some introspection here, maybe I was too blasé. David and I ate the same meals in the same venues and I picked up a bug that kept me up all night.
We had to set off to San Leandro to fetch our the RV by 11. It should have been very exciting, but I just had nothing left inside. The concierge helped organize a cab that could take us, our bags and our bikes. The cab driver was a big Croatian man, who had filled his cab with bling and dinky cars. Very odd.
David was a star and handled everything, from check lists to instructions to paperwork. The RV is 12 foot high and 10.5 foot wide.
It took a while for David to get used to the vehicle size, luckily he had already experienced driving on the right (wrong) side of the road. Things got easier as we headed out on the highway to our pre-booked camp, just north of San Francisco in Petaluma. We drove on a lot of rumble strip, but we arrived at our campsite, incident free. We stayed at a KOA campsite, loads of facilities and loads of happy children.
David organized the hook ups. He also put his bike together. The guy in the RV next to us asked him if he did it for a living. We borrowed a foot pump from him. He was very friendly. I managed to cook a very plain savoury mince for supper, in spite of the smoke detector beeping very loudly several times when I was trying to fry onions and brown the mince.
What David learnt: How to drive and set up an RV, how to reassemble his new bike with only a multi-tool and a pair of tweezers. Oh and that I am not a good patient.
David’s (shitty) comment of the day: “Never mind sweetie, you know some people pay lots of money for a colon cleanse, you got it for free.”