After a stop in Houston where we checked out all the "Don't Mess With Texas" stuff in the airport shops, we arrived in LA and jumped on the downtown bus. Weird to be able to go up to anyone and speak your native language although still plenty of opportunity to speak Spanish! We made it to the bus/train terminal only to find the Surfrider train to San Diego wasn't going for a few hours (and they were filming an episode of Lie To Me in the station - just another day in LA I guess).
Finally we made it down to SD and were picked up by my friend Greg who'd moved over here for work and was very kindly putting us up for a couple of days. SD is cool, we cruised around Pacific Beach on bikes and generally chilled out, we even went for a surf! We didn't have wetties so had to rent the worst steamers on earth. Greg lent us his car and we cruised for waves, ending up surfing the famous Windensea, not known for friendly locals!
The surf was average and freezing cold, especially considering we'd been surfing in our boardies for the last 4+ months. On top of that I've never surfed in a more hostile environment in my life! All the locals stare at you with open aggression and it didn't help we were frozen and kooking it in all the rubber. Got a few waves anyway and managed to not get our heads punched in. A guy in the carpark wasn't quite as lucky and at the very least got a shouting at that you could hear from the water. Horrible experience. Even the most local spots in Australia don't feel like that...
Anyway, we had a couple of fun nights out and enjoyed ourselves then time for the icing on the travel cake, snowboarding in Lake Tahoe!!!
