Loving Haight Street

The morning of our first day in SF was spent meandering around a hippy sub-district, more specifically Haight Street. Darren was befriended by a rather camp old man on the Muni train station platform while he stared at the map. Until our train arrived 15 minutes later, this leather hat donning bank of information appeared before us at 3 minute itervals sharing more nuggets of his wisdom and advising us on what we should go and see. Bless.

Per square foot in San Francisco, the rate of weirdos, we think, is higher than anywhere else in the world, but you soon become acustomed to the singing-out-loud-to-your-ipod and general twitchy and tourettes-based comments of the local residents.

It's fair to say that today was more about stocking up on clothes we had refused to buy back home, than experiencing the city in it's full glory but now we had extra time here (thanks for threatening a strike BA) we could take things more in our stride.

Dinner was served at Rudy's Can't Fail Cafe (owned by Green Day's Bassist) Rock and Roll \m/

Lou x