09 May, 2006 (Tuesday) Part 2 - Los Angeles
Huntington Beach, OC, LA
The drive through to Huntington Beach wasn't as bad as expected.
Traffic along the highway though thick was navigable. We arrived at the beach suburb in early afternoon. The Huntington Beach hostel was surprisingly located in a residential neighbourhood, about 4 blocks from the beach. Unfortunately the front door was locked with a paper 'Gone Surfing' sign attached on the inside. We waited outside. (Picture: "Gone surfing")
Mo, our host arrived after about 15 minutes. He's Moroccan and has been running the hostel for 9 years. Of average height, Mo shaves his head to stave off going bald.
He's very tanned and likes to walk around without his shirt, the better to flex his surfer muscles; chat up any young-ish females staying at his hostel; drink wine and smoke green; get into arguments with his guests about any particular topic that comes up. All in all it makes Huntington Beach Hostel feel more like a big share house than an impersonal hostel. (Picture: Sean shows us how to eat ice cream - watch out!)
Newport Beach
With a whole afternoon left to us Sean nominated that we visit neighbouring Newport Beach. Little did I know that during his early morning hours at Big White Sean had obsessively
researched 'The O.C', going as far as to track down spots featured in the show using Google Earth (Tm). (Picture: Life Guard Station 32)
We found ourselves parked in 32nd street, just downwind of Life Guard Shack 32, as featured in Season 1 and 2 of the show. Sean claims that they often end episodes at the location, watching the sunset and playing touchy-feely in the sand. We soaked up the OC ambiance.
Once we got enough photos we walked down the beach, dodging random cyclists and overweight holidayers. Along the way I got an icy-pop from an Asian woman (originally from Taiwan) who scolded me for not being good to my mother, losing my ability to speak a second language and whiling away my afternoon at Newport Beach. It almost felt like home. (Picture: Huntington Beach sunset)
Newport Pier soaked up another two dozen photos, Sean and I taking turns to pose in front of the Newport Beach sign. In my shots I look like a tool. I think Sean's turned out better. It's all that practice he got being a Levi's model in Whistler.
The drive through to Huntington Beach wasn't as bad as expected.
Traffic along the highway though thick was navigable. We arrived at the beach suburb in early afternoon. The Huntington Beach hostel was surprisingly located in a residential neighbourhood, about 4 blocks from the beach. Unfortunately the front door was locked with a paper 'Gone Surfing' sign attached on the inside. We waited outside. (Picture: "Gone surfing")Mo, our host arrived after about 15 minutes. He's Moroccan and has been running the hostel for 9 years. Of average height, Mo shaves his head to stave off going bald.
He's very tanned and likes to walk around without his shirt, the better to flex his surfer muscles; chat up any young-ish females staying at his hostel; drink wine and smoke green; get into arguments with his guests about any particular topic that comes up. All in all it makes Huntington Beach Hostel feel more like a big share house than an impersonal hostel. (Picture: Sean shows us how to eat ice cream - watch out!)Newport Beach
With a whole afternoon left to us Sean nominated that we visit neighbouring Newport Beach. Little did I know that during his early morning hours at Big White Sean had obsessively
researched 'The O.C', going as far as to track down spots featured in the show using Google Earth (Tm). (Picture: Life Guard Station 32)We found ourselves parked in 32nd street, just downwind of Life Guard Shack 32, as featured in Season 1 and 2 of the show. Sean claims that they often end episodes at the location, watching the sunset and playing touchy-feely in the sand. We soaked up the OC ambiance.
Once we got enough photos we walked down the beach, dodging random cyclists and overweight holidayers. Along the way I got an icy-pop from an Asian woman (originally from Taiwan) who scolded me for not being good to my mother, losing my ability to speak a second language and whiling away my afternoon at Newport Beach. It almost felt like home. (Picture: Huntington Beach sunset)Newport Pier soaked up another two dozen photos, Sean and I taking turns to pose in front of the Newport Beach sign. In my shots I look like a tool. I think Sean's turned out better. It's all that practice he got being a Levi's model in Whistler.
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