What we quickly realised arriving in San Francisco was that we were going to haemorrhage cash, the closest RV park was in a lovely little suburb called Larkspur a mere 50 minute ferry ride to town, lovely as it was, it was also costly. Still throwing cash to the wind, literally, we headed into town in a last ditch hope of Alcatraz tickets. Silly Mummy did not read the small print about booking months in advance, so we were to be disappointed, not to worry the ferry at least went past the Island and they had a model of it at the landing bay for others like us, who were to be disappointed. Not to worry we would fill our faces with calamari and shrimps and a glass of wine (or two) to make up for it.

It was only a mile back to the ferry port but the kids had finally mutiny’d they were walking no further. There came the friendly rickshaw lady, yes she could take five, she had taken seven before and so for a good price we happily sat on her rickshaw and transited very slowly to the ferry port.

How to recover day two, what better way than to get on our bikes. There followed a fantastic cycle along the shoreline and up over the Golden Gate Bridge. What an experience, better than Alcatraz any day. We then finished our authentic San Fran experience walking up the very steep hill to Lombard Street, where we managed to avoid the 90 minute cable car queue and hopped on a trolley car to ride the street of San Fran back to the Ferry.