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This was the 'the skies the limit' wake up call (see blog 1!) So with some time to kill and a long drive ahead of us we chilled out in bed and watched The Breakfast Club. The perfectly motivational start to any day! We drove up to Cambria for a breakfast burrito, Donna's chicken one was a bit suspect, she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong with it though. As we pulled out of the town we saw some kind of birds of prey, possibly buzzards(?), circling ahead. The nature spotting didn't stop there though, on the coast we saw a colony(?!) of elephant seals basking in the sun. Then surprisingly a field of zebras. Perhaps explaining the suspicious breakfast burrito.
This was definitely the moment to get Sally's top down, even if the coastal winds were a bit chilly - nothing that our free/stolen Virgin Airways blankets couldn't fix, over our knees like a geriatric Thelma and Louise. After navigating the winding roads and avoiding the fallen rocks, to the soundtrack of Bob Marley and Abba, we made our first pit stop at Big Sur. I'd read about some amazing views at a retaurant called Nepanthe (No Sorrow), and we were not disappointed. I seem to be lacking in synonyms for the word amazing, but that is exactly what all these sights and views are!! Once we'd had a smoothie and some cake we set off again, the views remained awesome (well, we are in America - an awesome needed to be thrown in somewhere!). We made a second stop at Santa Cruz, it was a last minute decision, but again we were pleasantly surprised! We took a walk up the pier and after stopping to wach some salsa dancing we heard, but couldn't really see in the dark, a herd (?!) of sealions! At the end of the pier we stopped for dinner and had some delicious chowder.
The rest of the drive in the dark was slightly nerve wracking for both driver and navigator, but we eventually made it in to San Francisco at about 9pm. This is most definitely a backpackers hostel. The sleeping bag liners were out and the shower situation was being assessed as the 'beer o'clock' siren and loud speaker rang around the hostel letting us know the free beer was ready. At this point I turned into Karl Pilkington, much to Donna's amusement. The knats piss mexican beer on offer did little to cure this!
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