This is part 8 of a collection of diary entries by Dennis Fuller (Vikki‘s dad) during his holiday in Los Angeles (from London), January 2005. Links to earlier entries at the end of this post.
Left the Stratus on the forecourt and walked into town, first shop in the High Street was a CD shop with a sale on, so I bought two ìHolliesî a ìMamas & the Papasî, ìBest of Glenn Millerî and a Clapton ìReptileî which I donít think Pat has. Now I have some road music. Did I mention that I had brought some tapes from England only to discover that the rental had a CD player? Made my way down to the beach but just my luck The World Famous Boardwalk (Funfair) is closed. Loads of Maintenance guys getting the equipment up to speck, wonder if I should ask for a job. I found a nice bench in the sunshine so sat down and read my book for an hour or two.
Wandered down to the other end of the beach, I imagine this would be a really fun place in a month or twoís time as the Boardwalk is quite big with loads of rides for both adults and younger thrill seekers. The beach itself is quite nice with soft sand and no pebbles that I could see. It took me about ten or fifteen minutes to walk to the other end of the beach where there is a pier, but not a lot else.
Made my way back to town and wandered around the shops. Acquired a nice shoulder bag that I hope will hold my souvenirs when I get on the plane. Headed back to the Motel but stopped in the Hindquarter for a beer very charming on the Patio. Went back to the Motel and had a nap, all the walking must have made me tired. Woke up about 7.30pm and made my way back to the Hindquarter, sat at a small table in the bar tonight felt more comfortable and had me a fuck off 22oz T-bone steak (RRRR). The waiter is a guy named Gareth and he finished work about (.00 so we had a couple of beers in the bar. It is interesting, this guy looked about 22 but he must have been older as he told me that he had been in the navy and that they had given him a trust fund of $60,000 to finish his education.