We only had half a day in Santa Monica but it was a good half day. Watching the sun set with your beloved is a classic for a reason.
The next morning we had a sad time at the airport, then Joel went to Seattle and I went to Tokyo. I realise this isn't news but, dudes, the Pacific is _really big_. It takes eleven hours to fly straight across it and, once you get there, you're in a timezone that's sixteen hours ahead of where you were. It's hard to be certain about what day it is.
It's 5am on whatever day it is and I've been wide awake for two hours. Travelling by land is gentler on the internal clock.
I've got two word for you: Gyoza Stadium. You will not regret.
ReplyDeleteDude, I went there this evening. I haven't been so completely confused since Sleep No More. I don't have the words, but luckily I do have the pictures. Blog post will follow.
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