Hustlers grab your guns, driving down the 101

Trip Start Jul 26, 2012
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Trip End Aug 07, 2012


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Friday, July 27, 2012


Despite the eight hour time difference Friday morning got off to a slow start, a pattern we would soon become all too familiar with. Denny's Diner breakfast kick started us a few lb’s heavier, in our loaded chevvy, later to be christened 'Chase’ for his speeeed (excuse the pun, the simple amusement of an English student) to Griffith’s Observatory (not Griffith’s cemetery or conservatory or any other variations I may have come out with). ‘Driving in the sun, looking out for number 1’ OC style down the 101, cue off key singing, we arrived at the LA mountain peaks. Griffith’s spectacular panoramic views of the 88 towns and 8 million people that make up Los Angeles (not 88 million as I lead the others to believe with my not so accurate and quite frankly fictitious facts) were a perfect opportunity for cringy tourist photography to commence. A few hundred photos later, mine and Amy’s LA knowledge/arrogance decided Rodeo Drive was worth a visit, so having cruised down Sunset and Hollywood Blvd, followed by house hunting in Beverly Hills (navigational error on my part, but convenient and enjoyable nonetheless) we made it to the celeb spotting designer retail central. Our holiday budgets unfortunately prevented us from the full Rodeo Drive experience, so after glimpsing many tourists, Ferraris and range rovers, but no Zac Efrons or Seth Cohens, we headed on down to Santa Monica, cue tourist experience #3 of the day; rollerblading. Although Hannah and I daren’t risk our dignity or safety on a shoe of small wheels, wary as to whether our travel insurance would cover said activity, we opted for the motherly role of bag holding and sunbathing, not to mention enjoying the ‘Muscle Gym’, another attraction for the female traveller with an appreciation for bodily strength, whilst Susie and Amy skated to their hippiest hearts content. Day 2 concluded with a not so successful navigating feat to find night stop #2 in Oxnard. We may not have experienced it in its best light, i.e. late night darkness, but maybe a stop worth skipping on the Californian coastal drive, so we understand. Denny’s (the second of the day) was our best dinner option, need I say more.
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