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I meet a Berliner
Mar. 21st, 2012 04:00 pmAs Peter Berlin put it, two strangers in a strange land hopping from wifi hotspot to wifi hotspot in determined attempts to avoid data roaming charges, are not best equipped to arrange a breakfast meeting.
But, we managed it. Barb and I left at that awkward time that meant we would either be late if we caught the bus or early if we caught the taxi. We got the taxi, Peter and Camille got the bus. But eventually a meeting at the Ferry Terminal, outside the incredibly busy Blue Bottle Café, was achieved. A pleasant 90 minutes' chat ensued.
Barb and I then walked along the Embarcadero, from pier 1 through to pier 43 (odd numbers only -- the even-numbered ones are south of the Bay Bridge) to get to the starting point of the bus-tour, run the the American Indian tribe the Hopons and their close cousins the Hopoffs.
Another half-an-hour tour eventually took us to where we wanted to go -- Haight-Ashbury. The Golden Gate Park end of Haight St (which runs east-west) is not very nice. You can guess this by the fact that the McDonald's on the corner has locked toilets ("please ask staff member to unlock") and I didn't want to hang around outside while Barb used the restroom because I am fairly sure someone would have offered me drugs or I would have been arrested for trying to deal them.
Haight St in Upper Haight is fairly shitty. As you head east it becomes slightly less touristy/grimy and slightly more amenable. We tooka short detour down Ashbury St (which runs north-south, bisecting Upper Haight and "mid-Haight", to get some pictures of 710 Ashbury St (once home of the Grateful Dead) and 715 Ashbury St (once home of the Hell's Angels -- one can see how Hunter Thompson got involved with them).
( More text, about a dozen pictures )
But, we managed it. Barb and I left at that awkward time that meant we would either be late if we caught the bus or early if we caught the taxi. We got the taxi, Peter and Camille got the bus. But eventually a meeting at the Ferry Terminal, outside the incredibly busy Blue Bottle Café, was achieved. A pleasant 90 minutes' chat ensued.
Barb and I then walked along the Embarcadero, from pier 1 through to pier 43 (odd numbers only -- the even-numbered ones are south of the Bay Bridge) to get to the starting point of the bus-tour, run the the American Indian tribe the Hopons and their close cousins the Hopoffs.
Another half-an-hour tour eventually took us to where we wanted to go -- Haight-Ashbury. The Golden Gate Park end of Haight St (which runs east-west) is not very nice. You can guess this by the fact that the McDonald's on the corner has locked toilets ("please ask staff member to unlock") and I didn't want to hang around outside while Barb used the restroom because I am fairly sure someone would have offered me drugs or I would have been arrested for trying to deal them.
Haight St in Upper Haight is fairly shitty. As you head east it becomes slightly less touristy/grimy and slightly more amenable. We tooka short detour down Ashbury St (which runs north-south, bisecting Upper Haight and "mid-Haight", to get some pictures of 710 Ashbury St (once home of the Grateful Dead) and 715 Ashbury St (once home of the Hell's Angels -- one can see how Hunter Thompson got involved with them).
( More text, about a dozen pictures )
