The drive from San Francisco to Los Angeles was very pretty, along the Californian coast. We spent one night in Pismo Beach, and one in Santa Barbara. Of the two, I preferred Pismo beach where we found a bar I've been completely unable to locate through any source (google).
The bar in question served Californian beer (better than you expect) and had a live band performing Scottish and Irish traditional music.
When we got to Los Angeles we met up with the The Almostdoctor and her crew from the Gold Coast. They suggested walking up the Hills, so the next morning the Skeptic and I ran up behind the Hollywood Bowl.
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| From left to right; Ali and a milkshake. |
It was interesting to meet up with people who were exhausted from real life and jetlag, and mix it in with our exhaustion from driving and being the coolest people on an entire continent.
Everyone got their stuff together to head to the beach. We wandered for a long time to look for a bus on Hollywood Boulevard, then found out we had walked past a dozen. And about eight Scientology centers.
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| Hollywood is a place of terror. |
After a stop at Rodeo Drive (some people enjoyed it, ask them about it) and a gander at Beverley Hills we caught a bus to Santa Monica. The beach front there was my favourite part of the city. After a bite of lunch we stood on the beach and watched the sun set. Then went to a pub and drank, watched football and ate hamburgers. For the sake of tradition.
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| California sun has sunk... |
It was nice to hang out with a bigger group, and to talk to people from home. Helped us start getting ready for our return.
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