Pacific Grove, Monterey

We are currently relaxing in the desert preparing for our penultimate trip to Las Vegas. It's 111 degrees outside so we're lounging in our room until it cools a little, which gives me a chance to fill you in on the trip from San Francisco to Monterey.

Sunday 24th June.
This was the day we were kind of dreading. The journey to Monterey required us to catch a bus from downtown San Francisco to the train station in Oakland. Trains aren’t good enough for San Francisco unfortunately. The train in Oakland would be coming all the way from Seattle, part of it’s two day journey to Los Angeles and would drop us off at Salinas where we would then catch a mini bus which would take us to Monterey. To say it was a stressful journey would be an understatement and I’m not going to remind myself by writing about it any further. So lets just say we arrived at our hotel safely situated two blocks from the Pacific Ocean. Our lodgings were a little unusual and the welcome a little tepid but we’re two blocks from the Ocean. We had nothing planned but to chill out and relax for the rest of the day and the following before we headed to Los Angeles. We enjoyed a meal at a nice european restaurant. I actually took a risk and had a bit of salmon from Alaska. Not much of a fish eater I actually enjoyed it. The service was good but deteriorated slightly once we ordered a $25 bottle of wine. The wine list was forty pages thick and we showed our dissatisfaction of the waiters snobbery with our tip. As we walked back to the hotel the sun was setting so headed on down to the beach for a better view. This seemed to be the thing to do as a scattering of cars and people sat and watched as the sun disappeared in the distance.

Monday 25th June.
Nothing much to tell you about today really, we walked down the beach, visited Cannery Row in Monterey bought some gifts and tat and walked back up the beach. The pictures can describe the day better than I ever could.





Cheers, Los Angeles next.