Vents Nomades

Sunday, 4.55, at dawn, San Francisco International Airport. Eclipse time, we left Suva on Sunday at 9.00 am. As if we had been directly teleported. We get our big box and our bags, and through the doors in the californian morning . Actually, entering in USA was very simple than expected, it may be because we stopped in Hawaii. Without really trying to understand it, we figure out how to out together Eole again, which was reduced to a box of 1.90 m long, 15 cm deep and 70 cm wide. Aeolus spare parts ... Near bus stations, we spend two hours  screwing and putting everything together. We see the damage caused in the plane, our frame is twisted in one place, our kettle and our bottle of fuel for cooking as well. At Continental Airlines there are not soft!

It's cool and even cold!it radically changes from  Fiji. A passant advises us to follow the "Bay Trail", which is a pedestrian and bicycle path along the west coast and around San Francisco. It's perfect, direct to the south to Palo Alto, we follow this path qu'empreintent joggers on Sunday. The sun shines in Silicon Valley, big cars, big houses, forests, parks surrounding Google, Microsoft, AOL, Yahoo, etc ...

A note on the door of Vincent and Celeste, they left for the farmers' market, but the door is open as always. We lay down near the small pond in the garden, under the redwoods and we close our eyes.

Vincent is the uncle of Elsa, a high sensitivity, with caustic humor, an incredible journey of a french wheelchair came conquer Google! His wife  is an artist, with generosity and simplicity that we love. We spend a wonderful time with them. We go out with them in San Francisco, a show of modern dance and Hiromi, Rainbow Grocery, the store organic market farmer, evenings with friends. Not to mention the return to basics by eating good cheese! It relaxes ...

It is also an opportunity for us to change our gears! Our saddlebags are damaged, front and rear, and we decide to buy a trailer with suspension, BOB Ibex. While we expect our mail box, we'll make a trip to Redwood National Park, pristine forest of giant sequoias. Cross the Golden Gate Bridge, towards the north. These are rows of redwood lining our way! We feel like ants at the foot of these huge trees, reaching for the biggest around 120 meters high, and millennia. This forest is magic ...

It gives us crazy feelings in the pedals!

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