John Paul Spaghetti.

Trip Start Aug 30, 2012
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Trip End Sep 16, 2012


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Thursday, September 6, 2012

Today was started with a gentle rise for our last morning in LA. Dan worked the spinning waffle iron like a pro at the free breakfast counter and I suspiciously eyed up the hazel nut cream for coffee. After realising that we need to either get a bigger boot or stop buying stuff we waved goodbye to Redondo beach and headed off to our first port of call: The Beach Boys land mark.

As you will know, Dan is a rather big beach boys fan so was in awe and found great pleasure in merely touching said monument and visualising the Group as Beach Boylings, playing in the street on their bikes. To commemorate the boys in question we have been blaring their albums out of Lucille for a good chunk of the day.

Following that we went to the John Paul Getty Museum as I wanted to have a look at some art. Found great joy in the Gustav Klimt 'the magic of line' exhibition *snort*. The building itself was amazing. Sort of a mixture betwixt ancient roman and futuristic; either way we said we wouldn't mind living there. A convenient tram was the only form of transport to the Museum in it's beautiful isolated position, we thought we may add a few mod cons to it, such as, a few zip wires and a meat smoking room. We'd maintain the staff though as there is no way I could keep up with the incredible gardens and mopping all the marble would be a nightmare. Spiffing views too.

We strolled about the beautiful paintings as portly security guards indiscreetly hot footed it about us determined to catch us photographing the forbidden artwork, despite the fact we had no camera. Every time we turned around they suddenly found their finger tips incredibly interesting or pretended to be a statue, despite being an inch or two from our noses.

As much as we would have liked to spend all day there dipping our toes in the pool and lording it up in the archways, we discovered that it was free to park if we were less than an hour and $15 there after and them embarked upon a race against time so we could up hold our true British skinflintery and pay nothing at all.

Off we sprinted, (well Dan sprinted, I sort of skuttled and wheezed), to the tram with 13 minutes to spare. Once on said tram we stood with bated breath as it wound it's way back down the hill at a similar pace to that wheel chair Geoff was allowed to try out for a day. Jogging on the spot as it took it's sweet assed time to open the doors, we then got sucked out by the air vacuum and speedily skidded to the lift, hammering on the button, knowing full well we had but minutes to spare, we got in, got out and then flew to Lucille. No time to put the roof up we squealed round the car park to the exit barrier and put the ticket in..... Made it by just one minute, a little smiley face popped up on the screen and told us to 'have a nice day'. Damn right we'll have a nice day because we beat the system!! YEAH! DAMN THE MAN.

After that we called into a discount shopping centre and I bagged some brand new Rocket Dog shoes for $10, that $5 dollars less then parking at the spaghetti museum don't you know?

We drove for, what turned out to be the longest stint yet, along the coast and through mountains which looked oddly like the peak district, except for all the bear warning signs. Arrived in Monterey about ten minutes ago and are now looking forward to a night of not a lot as we are up oily in the morning to catch the boat for whale watching, plenty of photos for you chaps there!

Peace out x

Ps/ there is a place here called 'Nob Hill'
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