Mon 25/6 – 10918 steps including 8 flights
We slept till 11am! Then we took an Uber back to our RV and dropped off our luggage. We bought a 2 day pass for a Starlight hop on, hop off bus and headed back to town, where we had lunch before we hopped on. We drove around for an hour or so, passing so-called places of interest, such as the church where Jimmy Stewart read the Christmas story each year; the church where Elizabeth Taylor got married for the first time; the corner of the road in which you can find the house that Marilyn Manroe died in, but it has been renovated to look completely different; the corner of the street in which you will find OJ Simpson’s house, except it has been demolished; famous streets such as Rodeo Drive, but the bus is not allowed there and some famous hotels. The commentary was pre-recorded and not very informative. There were many interesting buildings which they said nothing about and the info did not always match up to the location of the bus. It often came after the event.
We got off in Santa Monica and walked down to the end of the pier. It was very crowded. The waves looked better than Malibu, but not as good as Nahoon.
Then we hopped onto another route and went to Venice, apparently the birthplace of modern skateboarding and on to Fisherman’s Village. We had a half hour stop at the end so we had coffee. Not much else to do.
We returned to what I seem to remember as Beverley Hills, had dinner at La Scala Presto which was reasonably priced and the food was very good. David got stuck into the bread with olive oil and vinegar. I have to admit after being very good and having chicken and salad, I ended my healthy meal with a ‘healthy’ portion of cheesecake, which, luckily, on insistence of the waitress, David shared.
When we returned to our RV, we had to do 2 loads of laundry, so we had clothes to wear.
Chuckle of the day: I noticed a scraper on the beach and wondered “if 7 maids with 7 brooms swept it for half a year, do you think…that they would get it clear?”
What I learnt: LA, so far, does not impress me much.