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November 26th, 2011

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If at first you don’t succeed

November 26th, 2011

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Works every time… Incidentally, however laudable it may be, Ken most certainly isn’t biking for world peace… But you probably guessed that by now… And whilst he has no plans to enter the arms trade when he gets home, if he did it’d be an ethical affair – or at least a frightfully honest one – company motto "We pedal death"

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Hill Street Blues

November 26th, 2011

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Streets of San Francisco

November 26th, 2011

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Captive audience

November 26th, 2011

I’d couldn’t bear to watch. Truly I couldn’t. She had laryngitis, compounded, she said, by an earlier altercation with a protester at a demonstration in the city. Now a captive audience, able only to nod. Trying my best to sustain a modicum of dialogue with yes and no questions.

What flavour did she prefer, I asked. She scribbled her answer on a plain napkin. Entrusting her with my netbook, I left the hostel’s Cafe Franco for the nearby supermarket. Returning a short time later with a decent sized tub of ice cream.

She’d come to San Francisco for a fresh start. Searching for a job, and somewhere to live. Permitted only to spend a couple of weeks a year in each hostel before being obliged to move on. Motels or hotels far too expensive.

I’d met her by chance in the breakfast queue, suspecting her of trying to jump in and teasing her accordingly. A little sarcastic. Surprised then when she’d asked to join me at my table. Not the greatest of starts.

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Cup cake

November 26th, 2011

I was certain he’d called me cup cake. And in San Francisco that made me especially nervous. I’d a list. San Andreas Fault. Invasion of the Bodysnatchers. Alcatraz. Trams. A Sixties song I could never remember the name of. Something to do with flowers in your hair. And a scribbled, cryptic note about tolerant society. Just in case anyone glanced at it over my shoulder. Not wishing to offend, however unintentional.

But I was mistaken. He was merely offering me something to accompany my coffee. I smiled, paused briefly and then politely declined. Felt I should somehow have responded with a witty quip. Just as I’d done at one campground. Mentioning I was contemplating lighting a fire, he’d asked if I had wood. No, I’d quickly replied, it was just the padding. You had to be there.

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Privileges

November 25th, 2011

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Soon to be adopted as one of Ken’s house rules…

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San Francisco skyline

November 25th, 2011

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San Francisco skyline. From Alcatraz Island

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Cast into darkness

November 25th, 2011

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Inside Alcatraz…

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Welcome to Alcatraz

November 25th, 2011

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