Monkey C, Monkey Do
Trip Start Sep 01, 2010
29Trip End Jun 14, 2011
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We finally got out of the car centric, noisy town and into the suburbs, walking past a yard sale, and a backyard being set up for a colourful looking wedding reception. The road had been stencilled with butterflies and flowers. We were starting to get the sense that the real Santa Barbara was a little different to the town we had just walked through. We kept coming across walkers, wearing pink, attempting a marathon for breast cancer.
By the time we got to the Mission, we were disgustingly sweaty
Having bought our lunch, we came across a pretty park where we sat and ate our lunch, then slept a bit, read a bit, slept a bit more and listened to the sound of kids birthday parties in the background. There was a real community feel to the park that was a million miles away from the tourist bustle a few blocks away.
After further dozing, we picked ourselves up and headed back towards the hostel. As we were walking down one side street, we heard some strange music coming from small gated courtyard attached to a house. On closer inspection, it turned out there was a band playing. There were five members, mostly bearded, all of whom were playing some form of percussion. Strange. We started to listen a bit harder…is that? No? They were playing the Sound of Music - Favourite Things. At the end of the song, they announced themselves as ‘Monkey C’, putting on a show for the opening of a gift shop just round the corner
After a swift change, we headed down to the beach, where several hundred American flags had been set out to commemorate the September 11th terrorist attacks. The effect was quite impressive. We walked at least a mile down the beach before turning and heading back into the sunset over the hills. Sadly, we were heading back to the most disgusting hostel in the world, so this romantic image didn’t quite have the happy ending it deserved.
Not to worry - we would head back to the cinema and immerse ourselves once again in another world. Unfortunately, that other world was Julia Roberts latest, Eat Pray Love. It was so unremittingly awful, that we walked out half way through. We took ourselves past the bums and the bars, and looked forward to leaving for LA in the morning.