Malibu, Barbie?

Yesterday morning we temporarily escaped the clutches of LA and drove to the pier at Santa Monica.

It was hot.

We ambled up and down the pier, recording audio, taking photos and video and we also chatted to a singer/songwriter who was performing right at the pier-head.

He described the awesome view as ‘my office’.

Then Soph made me walk from Santa Monica all the way past the original Muscle Beach to the ‘new’ Muscle Beach, just so she could tick a box in her Jim Morrison obsession book.

That’s 18.5 miles (this statement may contain traces of lie).

In the heat.

I got fried.

We watched various street entertainers including one guy who jumped all over shards of glass.

We’ll edit, put backing on and publish that video in due course.

Then we drove up the coast to Malibu where we found the most expensive hotel in the world.

Well, not quite. But it’s a close second.

Unfortunately, because I misheard the quoted price I said ‘OK’ and we moved in to the room while my credit card took a big hit.

Here’s the view, it’s unedited and hasn’t got audio, I’ll deal with those things when we get back:

The girls in the room next door are very vocal. They’re doing something horribly painful every few hours.

I’m concerned for their welfare and am very tempted to knock on the door to see if I could help out.

Today we head further up the Pacific Coast Highway and hit Ventura and Santa Barbara, before nesting in Pismo Beach for the night.

I booked the next hotel online just so there will be no misunderstanding about decimal points.

In other news, this weekend’s podcast is out. It’s a very different show, comprising of segments of audio recorded over 5,500 miles and at various altitudes.

And four top tunes, obv.

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