There’s a few things I wish I’d known before I set off. That’s an understatement, there are many things I wish I’d known but here’s a few for starters. Building your bike in the airport after travelling for 18 hours is not a fun activity and made all the more difficult by the fact I was being watched by random people in a surprisingly busy (for 1am) baggage area. I then had to immediately call my brother to ask him for help. This would normally seem counter productive considering I’m doing this “super-duper independent strong woman” thing but more than anything I needed to hear him tell me “you’re ok.”
Never under estimate the power of your siblings support.
So (with help) I found the taxi rank, promptly un-built the bike I’d just spent an hour building so it would fit in the taxi, then was driven to Daly City where I’d be staying for three nights. I was dropped off at someones garage, handed a large bag of clementines by the driver and set myself up in what I deem to be the strangest Airbnb I’ve ever stayed in.
bitter/sweet 