Arriving in LA, we realised it was depressing and unpleasant, so we hired a car and drove up to San Francisco. Well, actually Berkeley (across the Bay), where we were lucky enough to stay with the cousin of the mum of a friend (thankyou Patrick, and thankyou Kass!!). Convoluted to get there, but she looked after us wonderfully.

Over the next few days we overcame backpacker snobbery and became proper Tourists. It was great. We zoomed through the (rubbish) guidebook, seeing Market Street, Haight Ashbury, Golden Gate Park, Japanese Tea Garden, Alcatraz, China Town, and North Beach. We got so comfortable that we fell asleep in the park, and Daniel burnt his face to the point of glowing.

Even though Haight Ashbury is famous as the home of the counter culture of the 60s, nowadays Berkeley seems to have more of the left wing California vibe. We especially loved the organic foods, including Kass' bakery (fantastic bread for Marmite), and an unhealthy amount of sushi (though this time not deep fried, Californians would have fainted at the thought). We did a lot of sight seeing, but some of the overriding memories are about food!