Barber shop, Pacific Beach
Seals human watching, La Jolla
I don't know I don't know oh where to begin, North America
... So Ian Denham moved to San Diego which was a good excuse to check out southern border of California. After a fun ride down from Sacremento with a Californian amigo Jac and her big beautiful dog Agi we chilled out on the coastline which teems with wildlife (and humans) and caught a sweet sunset. Apparently when the sun dips below the sea a green light appears and shoots across the horizon. Even after several surfers exclaimed "dude, did you see it?" I failed to believe in seeing the invisible line!
Ian lives in Pacific Beach, a pulsating stretch of the coast no matter what time of day or night and holds all extremes of American culture from sport junkies (slot Ian in there), to obese burrito eating...junkies. It was so fun to kick back with him and splash around in the engrossed San Diego lifestyle for a couple of days; biking, jogging and beer drinking. Last night of debauchery was fun and with $2 beers and $3 daquaries, Jac and I had no problem sumo suit wrestling infront of a packed bar full of loud and loaded dudes.
Its a strange thing sitting so close to the border of the radically different Mexico and South Americas only a couple of miles away, it sure will be interesting to go from this epitome of Western society to the more extrinsic south...
