After a luxurious night in Bakersfield ,free breakfast and a leisurely start around 9am, we set off for San Francisco. The landscape around Bakersfield was field after field of fruit trees and vineyards as far as the eye could see on either side of the dead straight road. Some times the green was broken by fields of flowers, mostly sweet williams in vivid colours. The fields were being tended by the workers in big Mexican hats as the temperature was already 89 degrees. The fields have portable toilets every fifteen to twenty rows, a sign of the times. This was only achieved by heavy irrigation of the land, otherwise it was just desert. After about 100 miles the slogans urging the government to change its policies on water reduction began to appear. “Fruit grows where water
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