Extradited!

Aware I haven't blogged for a few days, so giving you all the run down of affairs since Wednesday. 

Well, I've become a bit of a bum and been slipping into a slower pace since I've been in San Diego. I have been skulking around a couple of streets in the Gas Lamp Quarter for the past week and haven't really explored at all. Just been meeting people and having fun. So, I decides to book a tour to La Jolla which is an affluent seaside town in North San Diego, with beautiful coastlines and heaps of wildlife crawling around the shores..  

Chunky little seals

I think these are pelicans or something?

Viewpoint of downtown San Diego with Mexico in the distance...

La Jolla Coves

Panoramic shots... 

So head back to the digs only to find that all of my belongings have been moved out of my room and into the storage room (they thought i had moved out) and someone new has moved in and is my bed. Grrrr.... He introduces himself as TJ and advises me that he's a DJ and is here for a festival in San Diego. I get chatting to him about his DJ'ing and come to the conclusion that he's a bullshitter and never been near a set of decks in his life. I think he senses my bullshit-o-meter has been set off and tries to change the subject. Wednesday night is pub crawl night at the hostel, so I head off for a shower, try tame my unruly Anthea Turner crop and head back to the room. 1st thing I notice is that my locker key has gone AWOL.... Strange.... Lucky I hidden a spare! 2nd thing I noticed is that someone had been in my handbag and nicked all my money, about $120 and even pilfered all my change. I asked bullshit-bob if he saw anyone and he comes out with how he saw a big black guy hanging about blah blah blah... I report this to the front desk, we look through the CCTV and never saw anyone except for this guy enter the room. After this, I heard him on the phone to a friend saying how he had a warrant out for his arrest and how he had been barred from the hostel before... Say no more my sticky fingered roomy, I'm outa here!!! So I locked up my valuables in the hostel safe room and booked into a hotel for a couple of nights. Have decided I'm going to head up the cost in about 3 days now, get out of the city and onto the beach...

Tonight I'm staying at a hostel called Lucky D's and its cheep and cheerful. The reviews are pretty good and the only downside I can see so far is a lack of aircon. I have to admit, I really like staying in hostels. Mostly due to the fact that they take you out every night where you meet people in the same boat and they are generally good fun (with the exception of bullshitting theives and the great unwashed) but the majority are singing from the same hymn sheet, so all good fun. Tonight's adventures at Lucky D's is a club crawl, which I won't be doing... Might just keep a low profile and have a few in the common room. 

Adios for now xxx

Question: what do you do when a scissor happy hairdresser sets about you and gives you a hair style, channelling Jennifer Aniston 1994........ TADA!!!

Go curly! Hides all sins and fuck ups. 

Big hair for me for the next 3 months :-) x