musings

Once again, by about 8.30 the tent was too hot to sleep in so we set out for the only gas station in the vicinity. The one pump had a sign on it - NO GAS. Bit of a blow. Bought some milk at the shop adjoining it and got talking to the one customer there. He offered to give us a couple of gallons so we followed him to the summer camp where he worked. He sold us five gallons and threw in three quarts of milk (not in the tank).

We went all the way back to LA and Hollywood. The pavements were inlaid with brass stars and every other one had the name of a superstar inlaid in it - actors, producers and singers from the golden era of Hollywood. Went to Grauman’s Chinese Theatre where the courtyard was indented with the hand and foot prints of famous stars. Roy Rogers’ were there alongside Trigger’s hoof prints and John Wayne’s boot prints were accompanied simply by a fist print.

Took a tour round Beverly Hills where the roads were lined with tall palm trees bare along their length except for tufts at the top. The houses were palatial and the cars were all Cadillacs, Lincolns, Jags or prestige European sports cars. No pedestrians.

We drove back to 6th Street (that took us a good 90 minutes) and found a cafe recommended in the Moneywise. It was good too. The tourist info centre was closed when we got there so we decided to drive on North in order to find a place to camp for the evening. We vowed to return to LA to see things like Disneyland and the graveyard where all the stars come to rest.

We found a site further up the coast, officially full but we squeezed the tent in the parking area. Went to sleep with the sound of the Pacific breakers yards away.

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