Oh no, you've caught me eating sashimi this time. The Pacific's fish just aren't safe whilst I'm here. Anyway, I picked up yesterday at Fisherman's Wharf, after taking the trolley over the hill. This is where I finished my impromptu coastal walk of the day before, so made some kind of odd sense to me to begin here. My main sight for the day was the Golden Gate bridge. That was a good 2.5 miles away, a brief stroll on these seasoned legs. On my way I stumbled a...

2985. Two thousand nine hundred and eighty five miles and now I have stopped driving. I'm in San Francisco, sitting eating Sushi as I write this update. Yesterday I was in Monterey and in the morning set off onto the bay to hunt for whales. Now, I strongly suspected that the boat company's claims of a 99% whale hit-rate were overstated. I mean they're bound to claim that to get you on board, right? And it's unverifiable, right? And anyway, I'm bound to jinx that...

Has it really been 5 days? I hope you're all keeping well, and the early end of the British Summer hasn't cone as too much of a disappointment. On leaving LA I started pottering along the Pacific Coast Highway. Malibu was pretty but quite dull, but Santa Barbara was a bit more fun, and I hit the pier and then worked on my tan beneath the fog (which was only on the beach, not out at sea or inland at all). I followed that up with a visit to the restored mission b...

Where did I leave you? On Hollywood Bvd, or thereabouts I think. Yesterday was a good day. First up was Greystone Mansion, former home of the milkshake drinking Oil baron from No Country For Old Men. Or is it There Will Be Blood? I get them confused. Either way, a fantastic set of gardens and fountains at a location that's been used in both Ghostbusters films amongst many others. Next up the stunning Getty Museum, where the gallery dwarfs the exhibits. The repe...

Los Angeles comes as a breath of fresh air after Vegas. Which is odd, given the yellow smog layer visible over much of the city from the Hollywood Hills. However it's generally pretty clean, the plants are real (all grass in Vegas seemed to be of the kind you get on a grocer's Market stall) and the tourists are not gibbering, whooping, money frittering baboons. On arrival I took a stroll along Hollywood Boulevard, counting the 'stars' with stars in the pavement...