Cable cars and prison bars
Trip Start Apr 22, 2011
18Trip End May 05, 2011
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Anyway, Mark and I grabbed a subway to try and make us feel a bit more human, whilst Jess went back to sleep. Determined to try and salvage some of our day, Mark and I decided to ride the cable cars in to the heart of San Francisco.
We stopped off at the cable car museum, then got on a rather packed trolley downtown. Mark was very excited to be able to hang off the side – I was not! Anyone who knows how accident prone this boy can be will know why I felt so nervous
We collected Jess and headed along Fishermans wharf and popped down to Pier 39 to see the sea lions then along to Pier 35 to catch our boat to Alcatraz. The boat was a bit delayed, but we still managed to get out there for sunset. We were route marched up a rather steep hill and showed into the shower rooms to collect our walking tours.
At this point the three of us kinds of separated as we had our own personal tour guides to listen to through headphones. The stories we heard as we walked around the dilapidated prison were from previous guards and in mates. The cells were even smaller than expected, especially when you got to go inside them. I was a bit disappointed that so many areas are out of bounds to protect the history, but you still got to see plenty and hear all about the foiled escapes from the 50s and 60s.
One of the highlights had to be the opening and closing of the cell doors – now that is a sound you never want to hear. We felt a bit rushed towards the end as the last boat was 9:20pm and you did not want to get left there! So we hopped on the boat, Jess and I got some dinner, whilst Mark headed home as the boat had brought on a late on-set hangover.