During my nine hour layover in LA, it was suggested that I take a trip to Santa Monica. So here I am in Santa Monica. I'll give a brief synopsis of my time in California.
-Arrive at LAX: Notice right away that everyone is dressed up and looking good. Lots of tans. English is not the only language being spoken. Baggage attendants not willing to "promise" that my bags will be transferred to my later flight to Auckland.
-Take bus to Santa Monica: More tanned people. Very tan and very good looking. I'm very pale and very hot in my two layers of wool. Despite the 68 degree temperature, I am not the only one in winter clothes. Californians have on large furry boots and thick down parkas. Apparently it's "cold" today.
-The walking path next to the beach: People on stilts with hula hoops. People lifting weights. People on rollerblades, bikes and skateboards. Some totally ripped guy that was lifting weights at "Muscle Beach" let me take a picture of his huge bicep.
-The beach: Tan people and ocean.
-The promenade: Vomiting dinosaurs.
-Back at the airport: Baggage people still unwilling to promise.
Before I left, someone commented that my face looked gaunt. I wasn't exactly sure what he meant by it at the time, but then I noticed the word, "GAUNT," scratch or spraypainted all over the place in LA and Santa Monica. I think it some sort of gang lingo.
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