Well, I'm in the States. Santa Monica to be precise, on the beach. Boy oh boy, I'm a lucky lad. God only knows how I got away with leaving those things in my carry-on bag. How did I get around security? Onto the airplane? I know there's an answer. I don't know what it is though. I do know I certainly won't do it again - I could easily be back home right now.
Anyway, yeah, Santa Monica. Here today, and for the weekend. To be honest I'm waiting for the day - Monday - when I pick up my rental van, say to it, "Let's go away for a while," and drive off up the Pacific Coast highway. Sitting on the beach isn't something I could do all summer long, that's not me, but to while away a couple of days in the Californian sunshine...well it ain't so bad, eh. Further round the coast to the north is Santa Barbara, an' right next door to the south is Venice beach, with its muscle pits and frankly amazing basketball players. I've been keeping an eye out for that most famous of California girls, CJ, but, so far, the only one I've seen is, what was her name? It's in the back my mind. Caroline? No, Stephanie. That's it.
I'm staying in a hostel just one block from the beach. It's decent enough, pretty big and pretty busy, and has decent WiFi so it's easy for me to jump online with my phone and start surfin'. USA sim card deals aren't quite as good as UK ones with regards data yet, but I'll pick one up so I can stay connected while I'm all alone in my car, driving about the place. There are ten people in my room. Ten people at various stages of jet lag but, despite that, I went to sleep last night with no problems. Sleep was good. Vibrations from the phone ringing in the bunk above at 7am was not good.
I've just been for a wander along the beaches. There was a guy by the stalls that line Venice beach showing off this large iguana he had as a pet. Sounds kind of odd doesn't it. Then I realised he was charging a buck for each photo people took of it and it made perfect sense. There was another guy sat on a bench. All he had was a paper cup of change and a cardboard sign that said, simply, "Advice." Not sure how he can help me.
Round-a-bouts aren't something you see in the States, what with the block system. LA is no different. It makes finding your way quite easy, even if all the walking is done at right angles. I sometimes think: wouldn't it be nice to stumble upon a little back alley to explore once in a while. A little deuce coup back alley. Full of heroes and villains. That'd be fun fun fun. Ahem. Sloop John B. Cough. Bless you. Thank you. You're welcome.
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