Kayaking under the bridges and the ballpark was unbelievable. I'll definitely do it again with more sunblock and some food for the birdies. I wish I had a waterproof camera to take pictures. Me and Jon raced our kayaks while we dodged speedboats and yatchs. A cruiseliner almost hit us - twice. Yes, a bit scary for a moment.

Paddling out reminded me of The Old Man and The Sea. God I hated that book. But for 40 minutes we were stranded at sea, stuck in a whirlpool off Pier 28 where the tides turn. I killed time and tried to pet the seagulls sitting on the currents, but they kept scooting their bodies away from me. With a lot of manpower I managed to paddle out to enjoy more scenery. San Francisco simply looks gorgeous.

My biceps are huge now and I'm tan as fuck.