There must be a curse about California or about me. Everytime, if I leave San Francisco the weather is bad. I don't want to complain about the weather, but how is it possible that it rains a whole day in the summer in California? I heard there is a 0.3% chance of rain in the summer in California.
In my last week I want to do a little road trip through California. I rented in the internet at the Enterprise website the smallest and cheapest car - two doors, no radio. But unfortunately they have only bigger cars as I arrived to pick my car up, so I could choose beetween five cars with four doors and with radio. The biggest one was a really huge black pick up truck - very cool. It would be cool to take this one, but we decided to take a car which needs not so much gasoline. Because it is here actually a big topic that the gasoline is so unbelievable expensive. They pay approximately 0,5 Euro per liter - so, the excitement in the american media is very funny for me. So I chose a very cool Chevy which lokes like a copy of the Chrysler PT Cruiser - naturally not so cool.
On the first weekend I drove with two girls from my school to the Yosemite national park. I think normally is it pretty beautiful there, but it rained the whole day and it was very cold. So, the grey sky fucked our photos up and the cold and the rain fucked us up. So we "enjoyed" our day in Yosemite freezing and wet all over. Fortunately our motel had a non-heated pool, which we didn't enjoy too. And as we left Yosemite the weather was again typical California - very sunny.
So, I brought back the girls to San Francisco and picked up my travel companion for the rest of the week. First we drove only to Monterey, because it was already late. At the next day we drove to Los Angeles and then to Long Beach for the night. Long Beach is very nice and we enjoyed it very much. At the next day we drove back to downtown Los Angeles, to Beverly Hills and Hollywood. Everything was okay, but nothing special. Especially the Walk of Fame was disappointing. I thought the Walk of Fame is a nice and beautiful street, like you know it from the famous streets of other cities, but to be honest, it was ugly. So, we left L.A. in the afternoon to drove to PB (Pacific Beach, San Diego). In PB we stayed two nights and it was just very cool. It is a nice beach, with a nice way along the beach - very good for inline skating - and a lot of nice bars for the night. It is really like in Baywatch in PB, not without reason we heard in North California, that the most beautiful girls in the world are in South California.
After some warnings about killing and kidnapping we decided not to go to Tijuna, and enjoyed instead a second night in the bars of PB.
The way back was just millions of hours in the car. The only special thing was, that I fortunately didn't get a tattoo in Modesto. We met this guy in a bar who makes tattoos and visited with him some other bars. On the way we visited also his tatoo shop and I though it would be a great idea to have a smiley tattoo on the shoulder. He said it is not a big thing, he can make a little smiley immediately. Fortunately I decided, that if the idea is so great as I thought in this moment, than it will be tommorow, if I'm sober, still brilliant. So we left the shop without any tattoos.
Back in San Francisco, I enjoyed my last two days in my loved San Francisco, among other things with the visit of the SFMOMA (San Francisco Museum of Modern Art) and than I left San Francisco a bit sad.
In my last week I want to do a little road trip through California. I rented in the internet at the Enterprise website the smallest and cheapest car - two doors, no radio. But unfortunately they have only bigger cars as I arrived to pick my car up, so I could choose beetween five cars with four doors and with radio. The biggest one was a really huge black pick up truck - very cool. It would be cool to take this one, but we decided to take a car which needs not so much gasoline. Because it is here actually a big topic that the gasoline is so unbelievable expensive. They pay approximately 0,5 Euro per liter - so, the excitement in the american media is very funny for me. So I chose a very cool Chevy which lokes like a copy of the Chrysler PT Cruiser - naturally not so cool.
On the first weekend I drove with two girls from my school to the Yosemite national park. I think normally is it pretty beautiful there, but it rained the whole day and it was very cold. So, the grey sky fucked our photos up and the cold and the rain fucked us up. So we "enjoyed" our day in Yosemite freezing and wet all over. Fortunately our motel had a non-heated pool, which we didn't enjoy too. And as we left Yosemite the weather was again typical California - very sunny.
So, I brought back the girls to San Francisco and picked up my travel companion for the rest of the week. First we drove only to Monterey, because it was already late. At the next day we drove to Los Angeles and then to Long Beach for the night. Long Beach is very nice and we enjoyed it very much. At the next day we drove back to downtown Los Angeles, to Beverly Hills and Hollywood. Everything was okay, but nothing special. Especially the Walk of Fame was disappointing. I thought the Walk of Fame is a nice and beautiful street, like you know it from the famous streets of other cities, but to be honest, it was ugly. So, we left L.A. in the afternoon to drove to PB (Pacific Beach, San Diego). In PB we stayed two nights and it was just very cool. It is a nice beach, with a nice way along the beach - very good for inline skating - and a lot of nice bars for the night. It is really like in Baywatch in PB, not without reason we heard in North California, that the most beautiful girls in the world are in South California.
After some warnings about killing and kidnapping we decided not to go to Tijuna, and enjoyed instead a second night in the bars of PB.
The way back was just millions of hours in the car. The only special thing was, that I fortunately didn't get a tattoo in Modesto. We met this guy in a bar who makes tattoos and visited with him some other bars. On the way we visited also his tatoo shop and I though it would be a great idea to have a smiley tattoo on the shoulder. He said it is not a big thing, he can make a little smiley immediately. Fortunately I decided, that if the idea is so great as I thought in this moment, than it will be tommorow, if I'm sober, still brilliant. So we left the shop without any tattoos.
Back in San Francisco, I enjoyed my last two days in my loved San Francisco, among other things with the visit of the SFMOMA (San Francisco Museum of Modern Art) and than I left San Francisco a bit sad.
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