thoughts of a deviant
 
  entry created: Thursday 7 May 2009, 7:51am (NZ time)
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Location:  Juan-Les-Pins, France
Local time:  Wednesday, 9:50pm
Music:  

I've been in France for 5 weeks now, looking for another superyacht job. My short trip along the west coast of the States was great, albiet freezing cold up in the North West.

I don't really have time nor the inclination to write too much at the moment, so I'm going to let the pictures do the talking.

Note: Due to the wider availabilty of high-speed internet, plus the increasing quality and resolution of the modern computer screen, I've started making the images larger in this entry. Are they too big to fit on your monitor without scrolling? Please let me know...




Vegas baby!




The obligatory American one-hander.




Girl Sandwich. Hard to beat.




One hell of a detour.




The famous Gastown steam clock in Vancouver.




The Vancouver convention centre, or something... I forget.




It's a really pretty city - everywhere you go, you seem to be surrounded by water and mountains.




Purdy.




The Vancouver one-hander, in front of the famous Totem Poles in Stanley Park.




Some people will do anything for a photo, it would seem...




The Seattle skyline.




Pike Street Market in Seattle. Famous.




The Pike Street fish market. Well-known for throwing fish around. But not during my visit.




The first ever Starbucks (which was formed in Seattle in 1971)




The Fremont Troll, in Seattle. That's a real Volkswagen Beetle he's holding...
It was built to replace the ever-increasing gathering of local drug dealers under the bridge.




The owner of this house has a full-face colour tattoo of the American flag. Wow. Americans are well-known for being patriotic, but come on, seriously?




The sprawling mass of Los Angeles.




The Venice Beach guitar guy, cruising around on roller blades, playing crappy tunes
out of a crappy portable speaker. And yet I'd heard of him before. Go figure.




A life guard station on Venice Beach. Pamela Anderson was unfortunately nowhere to be found.




The Santa Monica Pier.




Movie star homes... this way.




One of the stars on the Hollywood Boulevard walk of fame.




Just a pair of delapidated work boots, sitting on one of the world's most famous and glamourous streets. I liked the juxtaposition.




Please, do as it says.




The Hollywood sign, built in 1923, spelling out the area's name in 15m high letters... in case you're lost.




Yes, they're still alive.




Grauman's Chinese Theatre on Hollywood Boulevard, in front of which lie the signatures and handprints of celebrities. Exciting stuff huh.




There's a sign for all occasions.




Even the local stoners have gotta make a living...




Living the dream.




An example of the many t-shirts for sale along the Venice Beach boardwalk.




Tattoo stores are in abundance along the boardwalk.




Building art in Venice Beach.




No idea.




Art is everywhere.




Reminds me of a joke I know: what's worse than a hippy drum circle?...
Nothing.


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