Dnes pre zmenu vyrazame do krasneho pocasia. Na vlnach sa prehana kopec surferov. Pri plazi sa snazime najst kde maju nase karimatky diery, uz vydrzia nafuknute sotva dve-tri hodiny. Na mojej karimatke sme nic nenasli, zato pri Baskinej karimatke, ked som uz zalepil asi dvadsiatu dieru, uz som toho nechal. Zatial co sme hladali/lepili zisiel sa tu miestny ukulele klub, asi dvadsat ludi, a zacali hrat vsetky mozne pesnicky od Beatles alebo Oldies. Zaroven vyberali peniaze na pomoc pre ludi na Filipinach. Baska tiez svojou troskou prispela a pridala sa k nim na flaute. Potom co sme skoncili s karimatkami a nakupili nejaky proviant, opustili sme Santa Cruz. Na krizovatke pred nami stalo auto, z ktoreho sa mohutne dymilo, vo vnutry sedela babicka a poctivo tahala z paradnej "hasisackej" fajky, na to ako musela byt pod "vplyvom" soferovala celkom dobre, ale aj tak som rad za tie siroke krajnice co tu maju...
Za Santa Cruz sme prechadzali cez nekonecne jahodove plantaze. Miestami bol vzduch presyteny vonou jahod. Tak odtialto sa beru vsetky tie jahodove dzemy, zmrzliny a pod....
For today we have brilliant sunny and warm weather. The ocean is full of surfers. Close to the beach, in downtown, local ukulele club plays oldies and collects money for shelter in Philippines. Baška also joined them, but with the recorder. While they were playing, I tried to fix as many holes in our sleeping pads as possible, but after tenth hole I just gave up. These inflatable sleeping pads are nice and comfortable, but definitely not suitable for long trips and definitely not for sleeping in the desert :-) On our way through Santa Cruz, when we were approaching to one interception, there was one car waiting on the red lights and with clouds of smoke getting out of it. Judging by the smell it wasn't burning engine, this smoke had typically "funky" scent. I expected that bunch of local teenagers had competition in the grass smoking , what was our surprise, when we saw small, old lady sitting alone in that car, with small, glass pipe in her hand. Her ability to drive a car didn't seem to be affected :-) After Santa Cruz we nearly got lost between huge farm fields with strawberries. They were everywhere, on the grounds, in the air (only not in ours mouths). Today somehow disappeared very quickly, after we had late lunch on some State Beach close to the big and ugly factory, suddenly came the evening, so we put our tent on the nobody's land near the town of Marina.
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