I also never went to Alcatraz and regretted it so booked my ticket and went along to Pier 33 at 9am. It's swarming with people and the queue is huge already. It's a dull grey day. Where did the blue skies go?
Maybe 300 people board the ferry which takes us just over a mile out to the island. It's tiny, steep and craggy. I can see why it's called 'the rock'. On disembarking we're called over for a briefing by a man with a megaphone who welcomes us to the island and informs us of what we can do.
After watching a 12 minute film on the history of Alcatraz I head off with the rest of the boat to grab my audioguide before entering the cellhouse.
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