What better way to re-enter North America then through Los Angeles, a city completely devoid of substance or character. I did the touristy thing and took a bus tour of Hollywood, movie star homes, Venice Beach and Sunset Boulevard. Didn`t see any stars, but did notice that they have Lululemon on Rodeo Drive, and caught a glimpse of Barbra Streisand`s hybrid Ford in her driveway.
I then quickly got out of the hostel I was staying in with the pimps and prostitutes of Inglewood alongside the wannabe actors and actresses from smalltown US of A, and rented a car to set forth along the Pacific Coast Highway. An absolutely stunning 12 hour drive through the winding roads through the Big Sur, amongst the trees and mountains up to San Francisco.
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