My pancakes. Apparently, this is a small portion... Needless to say, there were leftovers!
Sara's waffles. Needless to say, there were no leftovers. Mainly because there was so much less food than I had!
And this is how there were no leftovers!
No more Friday pictures. Sara went off to meet with friends and family, and I decided to walk to the 'nearby' comic shop, which was actually about 5 miles away. That night, we went to bed early as we were both exhausted from our separate adventures.
Saturday brought the family gathering. No pictures of this - it wasn't my family and it would be unfair of me to post pictures without asking permission. Also, we forgot to take pictures. D'oh! After the gathering, we went down to Venice Beach, where our pictures recommence.
Part of the view from the southern end of the Venice Beach boardwalk, looking north. The clouds had come in low, but the sun was just about managing to peek through.
The remains of dinner at C&O Trattoria.
More dinner, and a stupid face. Believe it or not, this is the best of seven pictures taken!
'We rounded out the night by meeting Sara's cousin in Hollywood and going to a couple of bars. I got to try some American beers that were more than slightly flavoured water - including a really fruity one called Arrogant Bastard - and it was nice to let our hair down a little bit and relax.
The next day saw us head up to Los Angeles' famous Getty Museum, with a little stopoff on a rather famous road.
The same view, looking back down the plaza towards the visitor center and the entrance.
The central fountains between three of the four main pavillions. Out of shot is a wonderfully playful series of stepping stones and slabs that children (and a few adults) loved messing around on.
Van Gogh's Waterlillies.
I'm about 80% sure that this is a Monet, but the problem with doing this over a week after I took the picture (and not having taken notes at the time of the picture taking) is that I've forgotten what it is!
Again, after a week I've forgotten who and what this is. I really liked it though, the way that the orange just peeps out. It's even more subtle in the painting itself, but I do like the way my camera picked the colour out and gently enhanced it.
The view from the south of the Getty, about as far as you can go without hopping the railings and dropping 20 feet down to the cacti plantation. The tall buildings to the left are Downtown LA.
Over to the south-west. If my geography is somewhat correct, then Venice Beach and its surroundings should be in the middle of the shoreline.
And now the south-east. Absolutely gorgeous views - I could have stood all day looking at this.
More from the east.
Some bespectacled loon, obscuring a perfectly nice view.
Sara, doing exactly the same thing.
The garden cafe. The light was so bright that I couldn't really see any detail on my viewfinder, hence the unexpected appearance of Sara's forehead in the shot.
Ah, the rest of Sara.
Looking down into the garden areas. Sadly, time prevented us from walking down into here. It looked, and smelled, absolutely beautiful.
Relaxing in the sun.
Looking up at the Getty entrance from the tram station. You can't drive to the Getty. Instead you climb on board a lovely, slow-moving tram that brings you up to the plaza at the top of the mountain.
Well, that was our first weekend. We spent the rest of the evening reviewing our plans for the holiday and eating Orange Chicken from Panda Express. Om nom nom nom nom!
Now that wifi has been restored (we effectively went without a decent connection for a week), hopefully I can get the pictures from the first couple of days of the road trip up before the end of the day. You can find out how we managed to misplace two waterfalls, some hot springs, and had to make a 200 mile detour!
