Sunday: our last day in San Francisco, and it certainly came too soon. The bus crew was roused bright and early at the certifiably insane hour of 4:30 am to head across the Golden Gate Bridge (alas, in the fog, so no spectacular views). Don’t fret just yet, though - we were dragged out of bed for a good cause: manning the water station of mile 7 of the San Francisco marathon. The Bus Crew was put to work pouring hundreds upon hundreds of mini cups filled with a gatorade – like substance also known by the names of Cytomax, and “Ghetto-ade.” We were joined by a great group of bikers who kept us entertained all morning. Before we knew it we were hit with the first wave of runners, clipping along at a pace that was faster than most of our sprinting speed. Apparently, running that fast doesn’t correspond with being a nice person, as we were chastised by some angry racers who vocally disapproved of our beverage dispensing methods. After a steep learning curve we were all pros and handed out cup after cup to the grateful and inspiring runners. Our cries of “electrolytes!” and “cytomax!” soon morphed into “lecterlytes?” "sattlites" "christmaslights" "psychomax" and“spiderplex!” but the runners seemed to understand. By 9 am or so we had hydrated the last stragglers and made our way back over the bridge to the finish line.
The afternoon provided bussers with some much-appreciated free time to hang out and explore San Francisco. Half the crew checked out the local brewery where Colleen’s cousin worked and then explored downtown San Francisco. A stop in Chinatown proved fruitful as the bussers returned to the apartment with a bag of homemade fortune cookies. Nearby, Lucas and Esther met up and compared buses with Ethan Burke from BioTour, another bus on a sustainble mission. The rest of the bus crew passed the afternoon visiting museums, walking in the park, and taking in the wonderful oddities of the city such as roller dancing and the people on Haight Street (the home of the hippie revolution).
As evening rolled around the bus headed out once more for a dinner provided by some more folks on a similar journey – the Udall Scholars. We were spared being tardy by catching a ride with the most crazy taxi ride ever, which was quite similar to an amusement park roller coaster ride. Everyone enjoyed the delicious dinner and interesting conversation. It was great to compare stories about life on the bus, which is certainly a unique experience. Udall - it was great to meet you and best of luck on the final stretch of your journey!
-kate
links-o-the-day: Check out our bus friends! http://www.biotour.org and http://udall10.udall.gov/
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