Late 90s world...

Listen to: (maybe fast forward the intro) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVr-MyRblA4

How much can a group of lassies from the Bra possibly experience in 48 hours since I last posted…so much…so much…

First though I have to say Ova Bearing is an asset to any travel team, what a map reading dynamo and on top of that all I have to do is point out a boosted up car with a hot paint job and she pisses herself laughing, she is awesome.
SO Saturday we all woke as if we weren’t jet lagged at all. Ready to embrace a sweet sweet Californian day, Venice Beach was first on the agenda. Bearing skates we embarked on an hour of LA bussing to reach the famous coastline. It was all I had imagined and so much more. What Venice presented (and indeed the rest of LA since) is that we are indeed trapped in the late 90s. Everywhere we go we are surrounded by late 90s dance music (at restaurants strangely) and many mid-life crisis masculine stereotypes in late 80s sports cars…top down – yesterday there was one with that Magic song from Ghostbusters cranking, HA!
ANYWAY Venice Beach, we skated the boardwalk, it was sweet, sand covered cement is actually quite difficult to skate but we managed and got sunburnt doing it. There were indeed rollerbladers in bikinis, a sight that would make Ova whisper breathlessly ‘awesome’. Sugar watched us skate from a grassy knoll where we left her with as much soda and pizza slices she could handle…I am forever amazed at her pregnant ability to sniff out and identify any kind of food at 100 yards – silently disappear then reappear loaded with goodies, she is also a good sharer, which is awesome - her mummy taught her well.
As I said, so many stereotypes can be observed but here there are no pretenders, we see the bonifide originators of these stereotypes. The blonde sufer dude who will work for weed, good lookin blinged up black men in pimped cars – windows down, hip hop turned up. I suspect there is nothing like it.
We lost Dr Hell at the Venice Beach freakshow. As the 2nd hour of no Hell approached we began to wonder how we would explain to her mother that the last time we saw her was having a real life python placed around her neck by a tattooed lady in a bikini…. Upon finding her she had many photos of two headed turtles and a 5 legged dog...o...k....

We wondered how to while away a Saturday night in LA and decided Mexican fare was the go. The Lonely planet directed us to the MOST AMAZING Mexican joint just off Santa Monica Boulevard, the pitcher of Magarita went down a treat as we were bathed in yet more 90s dance music - given the ratio of 90% well groomed males to 10% ladies it became apparent we were at a pre-party meeting place for the fellas who like fellas. Safe to say it was rad and we had a rad time. As luck would have it some old friends of Melicious and me live in San Diego and came to say hi. After dinner all 7 of us jumped in their van and decided to get some take aways and go to the Hollywood sign…what a plan!! We were thwarted by a large metal gate and 24 hour video surveillance…it was a fully sick drive nonetheless and we felt like a locals in a van with tinted windows, Ice Cube amped up singing like we had some kinda talent.
What a Saturday.
Xx
Bam
Wait till I tell you what Fair-as got up to today…