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On Monday 3rd November we left Santa Clarita and made our way back to the coast, where we would be beach hopping for the next couple of weeks. We started with the beautiful Manhattan Beach with miles and miles of golden sand, condos lined all the way down the beach front and manicured to perfection. I think we were going to like it down the South …
... last of all our energies into it, finally The Lloyds let loose in LA limped in across the finish line at 8.30pm. Shower first before the miracle massager got pulled out and extensively provided us both with several hits to our many aches and pains, from our 10 hour bonkers bike ride. A large Lloydy cocktail using the last of our supplies was in order to do the blog. I finished at 1am, but Andy had since long ago crashed out in an exhausted slumber. Lights out for last LA nights ...
... at the scenery was when we went back to Griffith Park and took a hike up to the observatory. The views up there were even more spectacular and the observatory building is very impressive. There were lots of people around as it was a weekend so we decided not to go inside. That's on the cards for tonight though and I'm super excited about it.
Whilst on the hike we saw the hat-trick of wildlife we were looking for. I finally got a (very ...
... was one old guy dressed in roller skates, funky clothes and a long white coat playing an electric guitar - apparently he is quite famous as he features in any movie that is filmed on Venice beach. Any way you can think of making money from photos, these people had thought of it; restaurant tips, holding random cardboard signs, doing out of the ordinary things, building models to display, I can't remember most of them because I couldn't take photos, ...
... baguette with Brie! I wanted this trip to be a mix of familiar and new. Just having a friend to travel with will make Paris a whole new experience once again.
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From Paris, Victoria returns home and I continue on to the South of France. This part I am totally winging and flying by the seat of my pants. I have nothing booked and no clue where to start. I just know that I'll be on the French Riviera at the height of summer and the ...