We only made it to the local deli for drink supplies last night as we were far too full and dopey from the outstanding late lunch at Gjelinas. Plus, we had to get prepared for the next stage in our holidaying antics, an aircruise. That’s right. We have booked onto an aircruise to explore the west coast hassle free and in style. This may be the saving grace of our holiday, I think, as I am very organised and have the tendency to nag. Thus going on an pre-organised trip frees me from any responsibility and places it into somebody else’s capable hands. Therefore, in theory, it should limit the nagging Luke has to endure on a regular basis. In theory. There was still a slight nagging period as we got up at four am to get our taxi to the Sheraton in downtown LA, which was a very interesting drive because we got to see LA at that time of the morning when it was still slightly dark and hazy.
As it turns out we arrived within plenty of time which left Luke, rather annoyingly, with the first ‘ I was right’ point of the holiday. In fact, we were so early we were actually the first ones there. We got to wait in the plush lobby of the Sheraton Hotel
until our blue and white striped t-shirt decked hostess arrived. We were given an assortment of branded bags, stickers and a personal travel coffee mug.
I am very excited to try out the latter. All I have to do now is sneak it into breakfast with me tomorrow. Fingers crossed I can pull off a bit of coffee filling stealth moves.
After everyone was planted with a sticker we had to wait for the final stragglers and then we were all aboard our coach. We all raised our right hand and followed our host’s oath to never be late for the bus, and I really hope I don’t break this! Then we journeyed to our own private airplane. Oh how the other half live! Yet we suffered a momentary burst in our aircruise bubble as we were informed, once we arrived at Burbank Airport
, that we would be delayed by a few hours due to fog at Monterey
. It appears that even a private plane does not make you weather proof. However, we were all cheered up by the sight of three enormous bags from Panera Bread
I thought surely not it can’t be for us but it was! I thought, as I munched on a tasty breakfast Panini followed by a sugary coated crunchy topped muffin, this definitely beats airplane food and the customary stale croissant you get lobbed at you from across the aisle. It almost made up for returning to Hollywood
for a third time. However, we got to drive through Sunset Strip
and this was really interesting seeing all the old clubs and diners. I just wish I could have had a night out there but I think my bank card breathed a sigh of relief that I didn’t.
We finally made it back to the airport and went straight from the coach to the plane.
No undressing for security, no scanners, no weighing luggage, no having to empty bags and no having to remove shoes. We breezed straight through and my travel pillow and I got comfy for the hour flight.
I really could start to like flying if it was always like this! Especially as we landed safely and walked straight onto the bus.
We were escorted by our very informative bus driver to the Monterey and Fisherman’s Wharf
. This was where all the cannery buildings used to be and as any sardine will tell you, it was the best place to be canned a few years ago.
Now it is bustling with tourists looking for places Steinbeck
has been, chowder serving restaurants and a huge aquarium. After trying a sample of chowder,
we grabbed a packed lunch from a cute deli once we finally managed to find it. This consisted of crisps, made-to-order sandwich and even a cute chocolate truffle.
We tried to eat them on the pier whilst watching the crashing waves
but were attacked by flies so we found a wall to sit on. We stayed there untill the coach came back and then clambered aboard. We thought two girls had got on by accident and were unsure what to do but luckily they were meant to be with our group. Can you imagine if you got on the wrong tour bus! I bet I do that tomorrow now, it sounds like something I would do.
We arrived at our next stop. A whale watching cruise.
We were helped aboard by two weathered fisherman’s secure grasps and we all prepared to set sail.
Unfortunately, I had dressed in appropriately and was shivering in shorts.
We did try to get one of Luke’s jumpers but , due to Luke being clever and not wanting anyone to be able to get into his suitcase, this meant trying to figure out which key in a huge bundle would open his suitcase. We couldn’t work it out so I was left jumperless and very nearly boyfriendless. Great.
However, the sea was amazing if not very rolling. I am glad I do not suffer from sea sickness! It was such an amazing way to see the pacific and although we did not see any whales we got to see otters, seals and lots of birds.
We almost made it to see some whales, which Luke and I found out when we were dragged into Captain Jack’s area.
I kid you not he was definitely called Jack and he was most certainly the captain, although a bit more coherent that Captain Jack Sparrow
. Another boat had gone in the opposite direction and were now sailing with whales. I guess that is life, you have to choose which direction to head in and someone else may take another and they get to see the interesting bits before you.
We were asked if we could stay on another hour or so. Luckily, before I made an executive decision for the whole tour I suggested the Captain ring our tour guide. It was a good thing he did as we weren’t allowed (so like a school trip!) and instead we had to head back to port through choppy waters.
However, this meant going back into the sunshine but I still needed a coffee just to hold to try to warm up. We were also given a free pass for our next visit as we hadn’t seen any whales. As we won’t be coming back for a while and we were told it lasts a lifetime. We have decided to come back in fifty years to see if that promise is true.
We climbed back on the bus, coffee in tow.
We were driven down the 17 mile drive that explores the most scenic highway and lots of amazing houses. This involved a few stops to see some points of interest, even though it was freezing!
We got to see the lone tree, crazy squirrels and, of course, the Pebble Golf Course, which is so posh it has ginormous Rolex
clocks to help its residents tell the time.
We then got to venture to Carmel by the Sea
, where Clint Eastwood
was actually a mayor for two years. Apparently it was so he could change a few laws. One was the fact it was illegal to walk down the street eating an ice cream! It was a very quaint, but posh, village and there was a live jazz band playing in the centre.
I was sad to leave it so soon but we had to get to the restaurant. I was rather pleasantly surprised by the evening meal, which was salad followed by salmon and I was too full for the tiramisu (sorry mum! you would have loved it!).
It was also a chance to chat to fellow aircruisers and get to know them. Everyone seems really friendly so far. We then made our last journey to our hotel. This as also a surprise as we do not find out where we are staying until we get there. I turns out we are staying in the Hyatt, which is very nice. Once we formed a line of lost people looking for our rooms we were guided to the right place and I am glad we are as this isn’t a hotel, it is like a complex with lots of various buildings!
The hotel room is lovely, we even have reading lights!
and I think this make it more homely We unpacked and tried to get the salt out of our hair. However, nothing will help are very rosy cheeks, I think sunblock is a must tomorrow as we make our way to where Tony Bennett
left his heart.