I’ve read a few blogs and often find that entries can be long winded, self indulgent and /or written by women who wish they were called Carrie and lived in New York. But there are many benefits to writing a blog; the main and most important one is being able to let those people who care about Martin and I keep up to date with our whereabouts. The second reason is wanting to bottle just a little bit of this once in a life time, 12 month holiday.

So I’ll attempt to refrain from rabbiting on too much and keep it punchy (postcard length) instead.

Monday, August 2, 2010

...Some people stand in the darkness, afraid to step intooooo the light..

The last leg of our journey was driving along the coast from LA back to San Francisco on Highway 1.

It was during this part of the trip that I experienced the American seaside for the first time in a place called Pismo.  It had the same feel about the place as Skegness or Blackpool, it was just a bit sunnier and rather than enjoying fish and chips served in polystyrene trays, the locals queued for chowder instead.

However, there was also something extra special about Pismo.

To me, Baywatch had always been a fantasy world created by men, to be enjoyed by dad’s on Saturday afternoons, after watching the football.  But to my surprise, I found myself on a real life Baywatch set on Pismo beach.


There on the beach was a life guard station and manning that station were men wearing red swimming shorts and holding on to red floats!  To the right of where we were sitting was a pier that could easily have been in the show. 
All we were missing was the Hoff and Pammy running down the beach in slow motion to the classic theme tune. I have used the opening line to this much loved song for the title of this post (for those who thought i'd gone a bit deep and philosophical at first glance)

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