Would have loved to stay in San Diego longer but the comic-book convention was coming to town, doubling the hotel prices, so we had to go.
We booked on to the Greyhound to Long Beach. That sounded like a nice simple 2 1/2 hour jaunt up the coast. Ok, but then we hit the traffic. Our driver decided to take a different route but got lost going into Long Beach. After a very bumpy 4 hours we got off the bus and found our hotel. Took a bit of a stroll around the shore area. It was really pretty and well thought out, but no-one was around. Wandered into centre and found Johnny Rockets diner - straight out of Grease! Ordered up a couple of burgers and listened to some 50s tunes.
Back at the hotel watched best programme ever: 1000 Ways to Die! Including being eaten by an eel, sliced by a concrete saw, and suffocating under hundreds of boxes of porn. Very entertaining.