California

The Rock

I took the ferry to one of the most, no, I dare say THE most famous prison island in the Bay Area. Alcatraz (meaning seabirds in spanish) was the destination, and it was interesting. The prison didn't look that horrid to me, but mind you, I've seen Robben Island.
After the audioguided tour and the birdwatching I took to the streets of San Francisco, some of which are steeper than others, and some of which are trafficed by century-old cable cars, some of which had me hanging on the side.
Bridge Over Troubled Water
It was high time to meet my fellow travellers. Twenty of us (12 girls, 8 blokes), divided into two separate vans, toured the city. Hippie neighbourhood of Haight/Ashbury, tasty crab chowder at Boudins at Fisherman's Wharf and, of course, Golden Gate bridge was on the agenda. And soon enough we set off to Yosemite.

Waterfalls

As the sun rose over Yosemite NP, so did our collective spirits. The view from Glacier Point is nothing short of amazing, and the Yosemite Falls weren't bad either. As a special treat, we all jumped in the natural 37-ish degrees hot springs. With beer.