The Hills Have I

I've got a bit behind on this. The reason is simple. The writing takes about half an hour, and the pictures take about three hours. When there are a large number (I was going to say 'a lot', but there are some style pedants out there who jump on the smallest error, even if you are writing a comment for Facebook on a mobile phone when sitting on a bus) of photos, the task becomes even more daunting. First you have to decide which ones to use. Then there might be some minor editing. Then you have to export them to another folder as 640 x 480s, and then you have to upload them to Photobucket. Finally, you have to copy the code for each photo and post it into the body text -- with commentary. And quite often the little comment requires a bit of research in the Rough Guide just to make sure that you don't make a mistake (for 'style pedant', see also 'fact pedant').

There's also no easy way to type in this room. I have a chest of drawers, but no desk. And there's no 'getaround' that I can see.

Anyhoo, on Wednesday morning I set off north from the hotel and uphill. The weather was, for the first time, what could be described as 'pleasant'. One needs a combination of light to no cloud and light to no wind, and they don't often come together.

( more text, many pictures )

Wacko Beach

I had about 90 minutes' rest after my hill trek before setting out to catch the bus to Ocean Beach. After all, the weather had been beautiful Wednesday morning.

I'd had the idea to walk out to Lands End, part of a trek to the north of Ocean Beach that includes the Legion of Honour Museum, and then bends round to the north and to the right towards the Golden Gate Bridge. If you carry on along the coast line you get to Baker Beach and China Beach -- more protected from the ravages of the Pacific, but still vulnerable to mist. Oh, and it's also naturist in places, gay in places, and both in places. Just sayin'.

( Mainly beachish photos, plus a film reference )