L: After the glitz and glamour of New York hotels and penthouse suites, we are now residing at the Salt Rock Inn. Imagine one of those lonely, out of town motels with a sweaty hispanic clerk complete with stained white vest, squatting flies and chewing gum and you're here. Shouting through the bullet proof glass upon check in isn't easy either. OK, so it's not THAT bad. We're now in Gardenia, a stone's throw from the infamous South Central LA borough of Compton. I am disappointed the kids have not heard of NWA, those were the days when music actually got banned. Dave's paranoia was evident on the journey here, god don't let us take the wrong exit and land up the other side of 110 freeway with only 9 miles of fuel in the tank...no one wanted a re run of Harlem. After checking in, the rooms were surprisingly clean and comfortable, similar to a travelodge in say Brixton or Gosport. We are the right side of the tracks and it even has a swimming pool (with a chalked out dead body on the patio - Joke!). We spend the morning by the pool and then head to Long Beach, a bit like Port Solent, California style. Dave gets his nautical stripes on and we're taking a 'speed boat' tour of the bay. After helping out some distressed sailors, Captain Birdseye blasts out the rolling stones and takes us out to sea - is he drunk I wonder? Anyway, the wind picks up, the waves start spraying us, we're all freezing...whose idea was this?! Back at shore we wander about seeking out Extreme Pizza for dinner, followed by the movie 'The Others Guys'. Driving home, locks down of course, we chill out in our clean comfortable rooms and contemplate our last full day in the US...