Wednesday, 21 August 2013

I love San Diego. Again, its a place far removed from what L and I had previouly  experienced in the US of A. Its certainly got that west coast vibe. And the great thing is the Mexican influence, with Tijuana being only a few miles away. Talk of crossing the border was discussed but only for a short while as the queues can take 3 hrs each way. Besides, we are getting a feel for the southern neihbours where we are based in the Gaslamp Quarter.

We have picked another great hotel to place our weary heads. Though it is strange many places do not provide fridges. Therefor theres no milk, so no coffee drinking in our rooms, bad, bad, bad. Imagine our surprise when we walked in our room upon arrival. Our widow opened onto Petco Park, the home of the San Diego Padres. A baseball game was underway, and under the glare of the overhead light towers we were able to watch the game from a few hundred meters, with only 3rd bas and the outfield fence being out of view. We were looking at home plate from over the pitchers left shoulder and could hear the roar of the fans as well as the entertainment. Within minutes, however, we found perfect seats on our hotels rooftop bar to watch a bit of ball and slake our raging thirsts.

We spent yesterday with half of the group heading to Seaworld to see the Orcas and polar bears, while the others caught a trolley bus tour to gain a bit of history and see as many sights as we could. We had a walk along a fantastic beach at Del Coronado. Paid a flying visit to Balboa Park. I can inform you there are more tatts and piercings on the local girls here than wnywhere wlse I have been. That inspired me to undergo somw manscaping at Flloyds Barbershop where a nice young girl performed things on my body I have not undertaken for some years. While not quite the BS and C, lets say I have awoken today feeling a little more vital.

The girls went shopping in the evening, nick retired for a Nanna nap, while G ans I visited the rooftop bar and viewed the first few innings of the Padres game. Then it was off for one of the best Mexican dinners we have ever had. And a couple of margaritas, natch. All this and more in beautiful downtown San Diego.

1 comment:

  1. and you call that a holiday
    mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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