There are few places in the world where we can witness a sheer mass of humanity without some of the usual suspects behind a mass congregation. This wasn't a protest, it wasn't a riot, there wasn't an exploding volcano. There were other things.
There was a tiki bar. There were Kenyans done with the race before my friend and I had even reached the start line. There was a group of rejected Pope-fuls contemplating their future. There were salmon swimming upstream. There were people who had forgotten their clothes. This was Bay to Breakers.