Winding down and saying farewell to the US after just over 3000 miles, with a trip round Warner Bros studio. Way better than the Universal tour.
Made it onto the Big Bang sound stage but no sitting in the spot 🙁
Ethan and myself did manage to chill out at Central Perk though
Rounded off with a trip to the tar pits, which are indeed pits … with tar, or asphalt as I believe the locals like to refer to it.
Another splendid veggie lunch from a food truck opposite the park before heading back to the airport rather too early.
Just 7 hours to wait for the flight and then another 11 or so to Heathrow.
Gonna need a holiday after this…
Another day in the City of Angels.
Visited Universal Studios today. Slightly deflated by the studio tour when we were told that we were unlikely to spot any movie stars as they do not like to work weekends. Poor effort Hollywood.
Oddly I did spot Gail from Coronation Street…
… and some all American heroes
The park was crazily busy, but Ethan and myself sailed through with our Front of Line passes. Very un-British and you could feel the waves of resentment from those sweltering in the queues. Still, the warm glow of smugness helped us cope!
Rounded off the day with another attempt at the Griffith for the views
and then a cruise down Hollywood Boulevard for the final photo op.
Avila Beach to Los Angeles
Nice “relaxed” drive into and around LA today. Yeah right. I have never seen a better argument for banning cars and putting in some decent public transport.
I’ve been pleasantly surprised during this trip at how patient and relaxed US drivers are compared to their British counterparts. It doesn’t seem to extend to the cities though and particularly not LA where patience seems to be in short supply – although we did arrive on a Friday afternoon which is always a cause for driving madness. That said, still not at the level of British road rage and to be fair, I suspect that LA works quite well if you get the hang of using the freeways and just dropping off near where you need to be.
So, bad traffic day but good food day!
We managed to find Slaw Dogs on the way into LA (this was one of Ethan’s pre-researched food options). The Soy Bomb is a truly exceptional hot dog experience (as I suspect are the meaty options should you be so inclined). Another happy discovery, was Umami Burger near the hotel, so the taste buds have had a rare old time today.
Made an attempt to get to Griffith Observatory, but there was absolutely no parking to be had either at the Observatory or on the 2 mile road running up to it, unless you happened to time it just right and could outwit the lurkers.
Gave up in the end and headed to Santa Monica in the end. Very much like Skegness but without the charm 🙂
But of course as with anywhere on the west coast, the sunsets are spectacular.
San Francisco to Avila Beach via San Jose & Monterrey (very briefly and abortively)
Started the day with a trip to the rather entertaining Winchester Mystery House, home to the widow of the Winchester rifle guy. Apparently she was told by a psychic that the only way to appease the spirits of those killed by her husband’s rifles was to move out west, start building and never stop (the spirits were less clear on how this would help). She went about this with quite some gusto, resulting in a huge, marvellously random house, designed by herself from her seance room by all accounts. A fine example of what happens when madly wealthy meets mad as a fish.
No photos though. Apparently the spirits won’t allow it. Or something.
From here we made our second attempt to eat at Ike’s. We didn’t make it to the one in San Francisco but apparently he has branched out since being on Man vs Food and now has a place in Monterrey. Or not. It was closed due to power failure. Best sandwich I never had.
Onwards along the very scenic Pacific Coast Highway.
Ethan reckons that it looks like North Wales. Have to admit that there is a certain Angelsey-like quality to lots of it, but the Irish Sea doesn’t have the same impact as the Pacific. And you tend not to get whales swimming just off the coast of Wales.
Finally made it to the Sycamore Springs Spa and our sulphury, volcanic spring fed hot tub. Here’s me and Ethan chilling at the spa…
Last leg of the trip tomorrow as we head back to LA for some Hollywood madness.
Ah bliss – all the comforts of home : normal temperature, clouds (yes clouds!), Skegness-like tat stores and, of course sweet,sweet sea-level oxygen! My kinda town. Not to mention British-style hotel rooms:
Have to say though, it felt a little wrong to eat fish and chips at a british-style chippy, but Ethan was suffering from vinegar withdrawal and we both feared the clam chowder.
Unfortunately being so comfortable, we overslept quite badly this morning, waking up about 30 minutes before we were due at the pier for a trip to Alcatraz. Only woke up then thanks to what I can only assume are a party of sumo wrestlers in the room upstairs.
Have done the requisite hanging off of a cable car, seeing Haight-Ashbury, City Lights bookstore etc.
Whilst on Alcatraz island, we were discussing how much easier it would be if Alcatraz had a bridge going to it, but then figured that this would remove its USP (i.e. of being inescapable). That of course led us to consider that with this being a US Prison, this would be a USP of a USP. Being in a national park that would further make it a USP of a USP in a USNP. Have to amuse yourself somehow.
Some of the other sights have been more elusive – where has San Francisco gone?
I don’t care what anyone says. You can see a full view of the Golden Gate bridge on postcards or any number of images online. I like to think that the essence is in what you don’t see. It’s a zen thing.
Ethan has moved on from volcanoes to Earthquakes and other concerns :
and I may have found a new image for the blog header…