cannot walk fast enough!" Such were my feelings toward San Simeon, and my dump
of a hotel. The plan was to get up early and reel off a sizable chunk of the 250 miles
to LA. At 5:30 am, I ran into this father and son, Indian tourists, from Singapore,
standing outside the hotel entrance. We had a nice chat whilst I kitted out beastie.
I wished them well on their travels, then headed south on the PCH.
Pismo Beach, where I stopped for gas, and a few photos...
of these handsome brown pelicans,
who had established a rookery at the base of a rocky promontory.
My next stop was here, just outside Santa Barbara.
After a rest in the sun, I hopped on the bike, and rejoined the PCH, and within minutes, I was pulled over by CHP
and ticketed for going 82 in a 65. The cop said he was a Harley rider, so I could only assume that he was green with
envy at the sight of lovely Brünhilde. My irritation was mitigated by the fact that this was the slowest I had travelled
all day long. I arrived in LA just in time for sunset.
for Fossil.
Unfortunately, this is not Alex, but the lovely and charming Alena.
Alena and Alex.
The pool at the Langham, an old Hollywood relic with much to recommend it...
such as its elegant signage,
and it's spacious terrace with panoramic views of the city.
Din, one of the models, a gentleman with much charm.
There are more difficult ways to make a living.
Looking northwest.
The shoot ended shortly after dark,
so some of us retired to the hotel terrace for a couple of bottles...
while this festive Hanukkah Parade passed by on Beverly Blvd.
