I have a love hate relationship with public transport. It has been a major part of my life, but it can be tiresome and threatening.
On Monday, a bank holiday (or federal holiday as I should say now) to celebrate Labour Day, we went to the Marin Headlands. This is a park in the Golden Gate National Recreation Area and houses military forts, a lighthouse, hiking trails, a beach and the most amazing views of the city and the coast. We travelled on the number 76 bus, which runs hourly every Sunday across the city, out over the Golden Gate Bridge and up to the Headlands, and all for $1.50 (75p) each.
Our driver was a speed demon. Once out of the city, her desire to race around winding country corners at breakneck speed was unleashed. I am not sure whether the scenery was among the most beautiful I have ever seen, or whether it became more picturesque because at any moment, it might have become the last thing we ever saw.
Eschewing the beach, we tramped up coastal paths in city shoes finding hidden beaches, hearing only the sound of the sea and ringing buoys with the sun beating down on our backs. It was the perfect Monday afternoon, even with the daredevil bus driver. Best of all, our ticket was valid for the return journey too as our swift driver had given us a 4 hour transfer (rather than the more customary 75 minutes).
A two hour round trip and a stomp in utopia for less than a pound is frankly miraculous, and worth putting up with the fear of being hurled off a cliff in anyone's book.
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