We get up early to go to Riverside. Where please? Well, there there is not much, but still a Star Trek Museum. In the evening the children have previously checked it on the Internet, opening hours included.
We are lucky and the traffic is always on the other side so we - breakfast in Riverside included - get there at 10.15 A.m. - 110 km behind us. What does one not all to make children happy. We feed the parking meter as the children with worried faces come back. The Museum opens at noon - so wait for 105 minutes. But what does one not all make children happy.
We read in the travel guide, climb a hill, feed a croissant, buy sandwiches, discuss with supermarket guards if you may wear a backpack in the market, look for a toilet, look at houses, sit on park benches and already wait time is over. $15 Entrance per person, this is something only for real Trekkies so I stay out and wait. I can do that pretty well today.
After 30 minutes the rest of the family reappears disappointed tolerable up to strong. The Museum has only one room, rather than as promised instead of the bridge only the Chair of Captain Kirk exists and if you want to make a photo, it costs $19 extra. Taking your own pictures is strictly prohibited in the entire Museum. I am hardly surprised that on 7 employees only 5 visitor - us included - come. The other two visitors tell that there is more to see at any average Convention. What does one not all to see children happy.
We succeed by 2 pm back to Los Angeles. Last stop of the journey is Hotel Erwin in Venice Beach. The first impression is the parking fee of $28 plus taxes plus tip for each deliver or get the car. But at least one of the rooms is already finished and after all three of us fall to bed. I meanwhile try to get the second room which has been announced for 15:00. Not finished. 3 p.m. may mean also 15.30, Latin American Californians tells me. The day seems to consist mainly of waiting.
In general, I have a subjective feeling that Latinos make up the majority in California. According to our guide it takes still 10 to 20 years for it, but at least at points such as hotels, supermarkets and shops you almost get in contact exclusively with Latinos. White Protestants probably remain in their offices, in their air-conditioned houses and their BMWs. In this way the Mexicans get back slowly, what they had to leave 150 years ago and the conversions to the object made by the previous tenant are welcome.
I will now check to see whether 15.30 can mean also 16: 00. I'm actually back at 15.50 albeit because I was already a little harsh at the reception.
19.15 Pm: When all are awakeagain , we go to the beach in Venice. It takes but a minute to make it clear to us: it is simply too cold for swimming. So we stroll down the promenade towards Santa Monica. Sound pompous, but actually is tather fucked-up. Some homeless, some beggars, many tattooing, Tarot, stone jewelry, Portait-and what whatever Street stands and all makeshift. In between the Barker who advertise anything up marijuana doctor. Behind it are partly completely aged buildings, but also some nice hotels and apartment complexes.
Pier in Santa Monica has its better days probably decades behind. So let's just the oblique types and move to fight the cold. Towels we took with us help at least against the wind to protect. And now a dinner with Michael, Carol's ex partner, is next.
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