Blogs from San Luis Obispo, California, United States, North America - page 4

Morro Bay, 04-11-2002, morning. Leaving my tent early in the morning the first thing I do is checking out the owl that roosts in the tree behind my tent. Yes, he's still there opening a sleepy eye while I look up at him. I'm actually quite surprised he's still around since the huge leopard frog population that has been plaquiing the campground each night since my arrival, mating and f*rnicating like there was no tomorrow, keeping me out of my well deserved sleep with their nighttime s*xual activities, was totally gone when I returned in the pitch darkness of a californian night from my little excursion to San Luis Obispo yesterday. Maybe there mating season has come to an end and they are now busy looking for a safe haven to give birth to countless offspring. ... read more

Los Osos State Reserve, 03-11-2002. After yet another night on the leopard frog invested campground in Morro Bay I decided this morning on a one day excursion to San Luis Obispo. Yeah, h*rny leopard frogs chasing each other noicily all night intend on s*x. I won't complain about their nighttime physical activities, it's after all not something I encounter back home in Amsterdam....it is part of what I have come out here for. It's not very far from Morro Bay to San Luis Obispo following the Cabrillo Highway through Los Osos State Reserve, an area of low hills and pine trees, a few spare eucalepthus trees and low bushes. Despite the name - "los osos" means "the bears" in spanish - there is not a single bear in sight, probably all busy having a nap or ... read more

Alllll Byyyyy Myyyy Seee-i-eeeellllf The last week with Randa-Roo was AMAZING! As with all good things, though, it had to end. We said our soggy goodbyes at the Oakland Airport and did our very best to remain composed...failing miserably. The drive toward Fremont, CA where I was to get my brakes checked immediatly after was strange. Losing the Lewis to my Clark was like suddenly wearing a prosthetic hook for a hand. No turning back, I'm really in this. After the wonderful Les Schwab crew stayed late to ensure I had safe brakes, I forged south to Pigeon Point Lighthouse Hostel. The drive west on Highway 84 was something close to spiritual. Windows down, Silverchair blasting and me singin at the top of my un-tuned lungs as I wound though the Redwoods catching intermittent wafts of ... read more

Saturday 16th Aug As we didn't get in till 1.45am we slept in till 10 and the first thing Gra did was check his footie teams progress on the internet. It was the first day of the new season and he was anxious about the result. Thank goodness they won 1-0, with Torres scoring. Having been thrown out of the hotel at 11am, we drove into San Luis Obispo for food and an internet connection .After a diner breakie of eggs forentine (my new fav): sauteed spinach and mushrooms on poached eggs with benedict sauce on English muffins - yummy. Next stop Hearst Castle. This was a lavish castle built by William Hearst, who enjoyed entertaining and decorating his home with expensive and exquisite furnishings. He also owned a considerable amount of land that spanned from ... read more

Sí, menudo nombrecito... Después de jugármela una mañana más, ¿que por qué me la juego? Pues sencillamente, porque cada día que tengo que levantarme para hacer algún tipo de traslado a otro lugar vivo al límite sin despertador, móvil u otro aparato que me despierte...es toda una aventura cuando abro el ojo y miro el reloj del ipod con la esperanza de no haberme dormido...y de momento lo he cumplido... Esperemos que no ocurra ningún contratiempo para el vuelo de vuelta (lo tengo a las 6 de a mañana) y ahí si que tendré que tomar medidas o aunque haga falta me quedo sin dormir y me acuesto en los mostradores de facturación. Sin problemas llegué a la estación Greyhound antes de la hora programada (madrugar es lo mío), con el tiempo justo para tomar un ... read more