We then told a ride to the "wrong" side of the river. I started with the graffiti, then the shanti shacks, then the plumes of smoke that looked like a gigantic BBQ, but no it was an entire community of stoners, this place was crazy. Dude had joints the size of baseball bats, dirty ass hippies anyway. There weren't any cameras allowed there, but I did manage to take a photo with my phone, I'll post that when I get home. We got out of there pretty quick, not my cup of tea, and we were warned about our bikes and pockets getting picked.
Tomorrow, we might go for an adventure. Stay
tuned.
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