Day four: Santa Maria - Los Angeles

We were able to sleep in for a little while, since the trip we were taking that day wasn’t expected to consist of a lot of places we really wanted to visit. We had been dreading this particular day, because we were going to LA, and LA is a city, a big city, actually it’s a whole lot of big cities rolled up into one big city, with lots and lots of cars and lots of lanes and EEK. Scary.
I’d figured out that by driving on the PCH1 as long as possible, we’d get to see more pretty beach towns and we’d avoid the scary Interstates as much as possible. It’d take a little longer to get there, but hey, plenty of time, as long as we don’t enter the LA area around 5/6 pm, it’s okay!
The landscape changed from hills and green to dead grass and hills and bigger houses and more surfdudes! Yay for surfdudes! I felt like I could run into David Hasselhoff any minute. Don’t worry, we would’ve tried to swerve around him elegantly so someone else could run him over if they wanted to. I’m not being mean, but once you have ‘I’ve been looking for freedom’ stuck in your head, you want to do such thing.

We were dead hungry because we’d expected to come across a town with edibles much earlier, but that wasn’t the case. Every time we’d see something shimmering in the distance, we thought it’d be a little town with a restaurant and a place for me to pee, but no. Trailers, trailers and more trailers. Shiny, shimmery trailers. Finally in Malibu, there was a little road going uphill to a private beach. Big parking lot there, where you could park only if you’d spend at least $20 on food and paid $3 on your way out. We were hungry and we had to use the restroom, so we didn’t even have to think twice about it. The restaurant/beach thing was called Paradise Cove, we sat and ordered some food which was lovely, the only annoying thing were our loud neighbours. Two guys and their trampy girlfriends, who were very, VERY loud and annoying. One guy used the word ‘buddy’ at least 3 times in every sentence. ‘Okay, buddy buddy, that’s alright, see ya buddy!’ When he was on the phone to someone. ‘Ooooh buddy, buddy, bud-deeeeee!’ To the waiter when his dessert arrived. The foursome was accompanied by a rather strange old man with thin white hair combed all the way to the front of his forhead. He sat at the end of the table, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, kakis, a belt with the figure of a naked woman and a Playboy necklace. He just sat there and listened and sometimes he’d say “”Heh, you guys are crazy, heheheh.” He also got up once to take a picture of the trampy women, saying they were “For my magazine.”
We dubbed him ‘Playboy Gramps’.

Our table at the restaurant with some stuff on it. Woo!



After a while we were back on the road, heading for LA. We got to Santa Monica, and it was 5pm and we were shitting ourselves, but we wanted to move on so we did. Eek! It went smoothly, though. Just a few minor traffic jams. We would be staying at Katie’s place, which most of you will know as the infamous cligers. Katie was out of town that day, she wouldn’t be back until midnight the next day, but we were able to get into her house anyway via a supersecret procedure which we’d thought up before we left Holland, and it’s so secret I can’t tell you in case anyone here decides to execute said procedure and trash poor Katie’s home. Haha! Send me enough money and I will give you a clue. It could be a letter, it could be a colour, it could be anything, it could even be something simple as a fingerprint. It doesn’t necessarily have to do with this particular procedure. Just, send me money, alright? Thanks. Anyway, we got into the house! And there it was. The Most Comfortable Couch in the History of the World. There was also a bed, but I claimed the couch. It will be mine! There was also a computer which Katie had left on so we could hack into her accounts and read her crazy online conversations with various Claymates. Muhahahaha! We got some food and sodas at the cornershop, watched cable and played the radio-stream of one of Holland’s main radio stations on the computer.