Monterey was our next stop, a hop and a skip from Carmel. We were lucky enough to arrive on the day of a 'fun day' in the town's famous 'Cannery Row' - a phrase coined by John Steinbeck, with balloons, face painting, live music and an ice cream eating competition. Sadly C refused to enter, even though we knew she was the strongest member of our team after witnessing her at breakfast every day! Sadly it was a parent-child affair, however strangely enough the winning 'child' was uncannily tall with a very deep voice and signs of stubble.We scaled the beachy rocks and generally soaked up the party atmosphere, before Ollie showed us the luxurious accommodation he had managed to snag for us on the cheap. This lodge was beautiful, with a hot tub and complimentary breakfast served by a cordon bleu chef! A lovely inn, run by two lovely (if a little nuts) people. The gig in the evening at 'Captain Bullwackers' was in the garden next to a roaring fire. We managed to persuade our fellow inn-mates (see what i did there?) to come along and it was a lovely surprise when some people who saw us in Big Sur came for another listen! The drive down the Pacific Coast Highway from Monterey to San Luis Obispo was long but with amazing sights! The road stayed right on the edge of the cliffs the whole way, twisting and turning with the coast line. A highlight was when we got out of the car to see a whole beach full of elephant seals! Absolutely amazing. We checked into a sea front hotel on Pismo beach, before heading out to Grover Beach for a gig at Mongo's, a rough biker bar full of neon signs and slumping drunks. It was a funny experience, and we all ditched our usually mellow sets in favour of some upbeat crowdpleasers that they could slur along to. After exploring Pismo beach the next morning (and pretending we were all Marisa Cooper in the OC) we hit the road to L.A!
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