Trip to America III: Leaving Los Angeles.

That building I couldn't remember last time. It's the Santa Barbara Courthouse.

It was built at a forty degree angle.

Now that I google it, I remember it being very impressive. Santa Barbara in general is impressive. One of America's most expensive places to live, it has a very Spanish/Mexican theme to it, with bright white buildings, palm tree and sandy beaches. I won't lie, it's f'king paradise.
We tipped out to the area my brother stays and studies in. He's up the coast a little in a place called Goleta, more specifically Isla Vista.

 

Again, paradise. A day or two later, we went further. Donal had a car rented, so we went up the Route One towards San Francisco. California is a lonnnng state. We drove up the One for a good four or five hours without getting anywhere near San Francisco. The scenery changed dramatically.

From paradise:

Hey, it's a slightly different picture.

 To the Old West:

To what looks like Ireland on a sunny day:

And to what Ireland usually looks like half an hour later:

Scottish people, replace 'Ireland' with 'Scotland', I can't please everyone.

Anyway, we drove up and down the state that day. Was fun. On the way back we swung by a town called Solvang for something to eat. It felt a little... odd. Didn't take any photos (it was dark, go google it) but it's a town set up by Danish folk back in the day. It feels like you could bump into Hans Christian Anderson. So we arrived in this... Danish wonderland and went for something to eat. What did we have? Meatballs? Strudel? Ehr... Danish Pastries? Did we bollox.

We'd a Chinese.

Donal blinded the staff with his shirt while we ran out on the bill.

Right, hold onto your hands. Part five's coming up soon and you'll NEVER GUESS what we got up to next so DON'T EVEN TRY.