Went down to Venice Beach which has the outdoor gym made famous by Arnie. I got a lift from two Aussies who had rented a car and were going down to buy presents for their families. Its reminded me a lot of St.Kilda with lots of stalls selling everything you could imagine - books, t-shirts, tattoos, clothes, psychic readings, drug paraphernalia and food - lots of food). Must be getting used to the bus system as was able to catch buses back without any problems. Walked around for about four hours before my legs said enough - its time to get back to the hostel and give us a rest. In the words of the Brian Wilson song "Venice Beach":
Venice Beach is poppin'
Like live shrimp dropped on a hot wok
Hucksters, hustlers and hawkers
Set up their boardwalk shops
Home for all the homeless, hopeless, well heeled, and deranged
Still, nothing here seems out of place or strange.
There's an old smudge of a Beatnik by the bay
Lookin' like a dog who's had his day
Like a dream, he drifts away
He'd like to go out on the Pier to hear the reedy carouse
lIt's got a melody that sets you free, and says
Let's sit a spell, just to hear the heartbeat in L.A.
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