In what only can be described as the backpacker dash, Noah and I spectacularly crossed half of San Francisco, befriended a quarter of the passengers on the #30 Muni bus eager to help us find the #5 Transbay bus, and managed to catch the last morning bus to Santa Cruz with 2 minutes to spare!
Everywhere we go Californian’s surprise us with their friendliness. Other surprises, most notably to Noah, include the lack of big Americans and the absence of Mc Donalds. Having watched Wall-E and other choice US films, I can understand his expectations but I’m starting to see how the West Midlands really is the obese capital of Europe. The average Californian would have a lot of Taco Bells to eat before they matched the average Brummie!