We did however endure the bike for 6 hours, long enough to cross over the Golden Gate Bridge and back, check out Golden Gate Park, and hang out in the legendary hippie district near the corner of Haight and Ashbury Sts, and almost get killed on several occassions trying to control a tandem up and down hills riding on the wrong side of the road in busy traffic. Rachel dragged me into every alternative and second hand clothing store in the hippie district, looking at everything (slowly), but buying nothing, wasting both the retailers and my time. Poor hippies. If it weren't for the prospect of missing our free dinner at the hostel I would never have been able to prise Rachel away from the racks of corsets and drindels ( whatever they are...).
We're now recuperating in our room, with bellies full of nachos. Shortly we'll go out to the Italian District and try to hunt down a gelato bar for some dessert.
Love to all, Alex and Rachel.
The corner of Haight and Ashbury, hippieville - or at least it was some forty years ago - now it's a groovy alternative area.
Alex on Broadway, right beside some choice stripclubs.
On the waterfront with Alcatraz in the background.
Looking out over downtown San Francisco. Our hostel is the yellow building on the left with the awning.
On the beach near the Golden Gate Bridge.
Rach piloting the tandem over Golden Gate Bridge.
Rach with the bridge in the background.
The green haired kiwi and San Francisco.
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