We failed to see the road closure signs until it was too late to turn back, then we thought we might as well keep on driving, because the view was so spectacular. We hit the road block about 10 miles away from the Big Sur Lodge. The police informed us that the fires were too great and everyone was being evacuated from the area. I was so disappointed to be missing out on Big Sur. I was looking forward to the open fires and relaxing by the lake. So we did a big u-turn and started our drive around the fires. We crossed over towards Paso Robles back past Hearst Castle and continued up to Monterey along route 101.
We stayed at El Adobe Inn, a short walk away from the Marina. It was dusk by the time we made our way down to the harbour. We found an English themed pub and watched some live music and had a few drinks.
We hired some bikes the following morning and rode along the waterfront. We headed toward the 17 mile route down to Carmel. We stopped off at a country club for some refreshments and a man was kind enough to give us some bottles of water for free. I felt really bad because I had no change to give him a tip.
That afternoon the weather cleared up and we drove over to Carmel for some lunch. I had the best shrimp tacos from a cute little place called AW Shucks. Carmel was full of quaint little shops and pretty hotels. It was very picturesque and you could sense the wealth in the air.
We discovered a small addiction in Monterey. Entertainment TV!! We spent the early evening watching the Denise Richards show and Girls of the Playboy Mansion. Denise Richards is hilarious, poor white trash made good. Even though she has all that money, she is still white trash and its very entertaining to watch. The Playmates were just as much fun. It was fun to watch their relationships that evolved around this one old man Hugh. There was a lot of jealousy between his current girlfriend and an ex playmate. They also taught us a new phrase - sausage wallet. Its a term used for a woman who likes to sleep around a lot. It was one of my favourite phrases for the rest of the trip.
After the TV session, we headed back down to the main street and watched some live music in a little bar we found hidden away. Then it was our last visit to the english pub where it was karaoke night. Those yanks really loved their rock and karaoke. There was only one bad performance of the night when some poor guy killed Mr Brightside.
Monterey and Carmel Gallery
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