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July 1st, 2008 – by: goldfishflosser
I swam next to a sea lion. Not in a romantic Flipper-kind-of-way. He didn’t really give a shit (or she, but I don’t think so, because of the beard). Mr. Sea Lion just popped up every 5 minutes took some air in, and before diving again had a good look around in his snobby, neglectful and arrogant fashion. That’s what happens to aristocrats whose status is purely based on inherited tradition rather than personal achievement. Max Weber always knew it. I tried to demean him by holding my breath longer than him, but failed shamefully.
I played 5 hours beach volleyball with a bunch of language students. What a blast! I LOVE beach volleyball!
Really burned myself along the way, to the point where I started getting shivers.
I went to the weekly market, listened to a group of hippies or Christians singing (whatever their view of the universe was, they seemed cheerfully peaceful), bought organic strawberries, peaches and blueberries. Had them later on with a big pot of yoghurt and some nuts (the fruit not the singers). Delicious!
Spend half a day recovering from being burnt.
I had my first US-burger.
I met a surfer gal that showed me around in her old Ford, though the wildfires blocked us from getting into the mountains.
Got bad news. My TravBuddy Heather who had invited me for white water rafting and a rodeo show in Sacramento had become ill. Bummer! Fortunately, being the kind person she is, she hooked me up with a friend in San Francisco though (who didn’t know me at all). So I had to rearrange my travels last minute and luckily got the very last place on the bus from Santa Barbara to San Francisco.
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