Santa Barbera

The next morning I left early to head for LA. I heard from Britt again, her family had a boat in Santa Barbara… and I could stay on it. So, LA was postponed yet again for another great travel opportunity and something completely different.

Diggs.

Diggs.

Morning View.

Morning View.

I arrived at the port and was greeted by what seemed like a million boats. The sun glistened of the water and finding the boat for me appeared daunting. A large beardy man was walking by, picture santa clauses younger brother so I asked the way to the first dock. What followed was unexpected yet entertaining. A thick German accent boomed toward me asking Wher arr yew fram?? After the initial conversation had run its course he decided to walk me to ‘my’ boat (it turned out his was opposite mine in the marina). He went on to explain to me how he had contacted the heads of google, apple, microsoft etc and offered to buy their companies… because this wasn’t life, it was a movie, his movie. Carrying my heavy bags as he wheeled an empty cart (I thought should I ask? No he’s surely noticed the sweat running down my forehead) I at times wished it had been a silent movie. I could see people around listening and laughing as if he where crazy, the thought had crossed my mind too but who knows maybe he’s fully awake, after all, any new way of thinking is always met with hostility.