California Dreaming without The Hippies
February 11th 2008 It's just after midday, the infamous San Francisco fog that had shrouded the city as I flew in seems to have passed. The Californian sun now piercing the azure nothingness as I clamber up the steps of Powell Street station fully laden with backpack/daypack, front 'n' back. I quickly scan the tourist map for the best route to my hostel and decide to make use of San Francisco’s grid patterned stre
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