First thing seen on the morning coffee stroll was a posturing 'Captain Jack Sparrow' loitering on Venice Strip right outside Alex's house...as the day ramped up, the weird and wonderful came out to play, Concerto pianists, Blues players, hobos, reams of fantastic art being made, played or displayed, all of it a great feast for the eye...all of it vying for the tourists buck in the most entertaining of ways. The empty basket ball courts I spied last night were now bustling with activity, the Thumb ain't fond of jumping through hoops but certainly likes to shoot a few. The court had some real players strutting there stuff, I quickly made them into pals... Of course dipping the toe in with proper players means your gonna get completely creamed, these 7ft man mountains ran rings round me, Alex and Williz in impressive fashion, just to witness a slam-dunk let alone being slam dunked your self, over and over again... It was an enjoyable humiliation. Alex, a fellow 6.7ft ex England international basketball player made a minor dent in their flow...these guys were a class act, breezing past us like ghosts. I'll stick to football in future.
With 2 days left to go to the opening of the World Cup, a massive distance has to be conquered. Catching England's 1st group game in Manaus is impossible. The 2nd or 3rd game who knows!...the Thumb will be going like hell for leather from here. L.A became a necessary pit stop to catch up on Magic Thumb clerical stuff, pick up some needed equipment etc etc...managed to get half done.
Caroline's took to it all like a duck to water...she's still struggling with all the good byes though, she keeps getting too attached to all the drivers.
seriously outgunned here!
Took it out on this Punch bag!
Havin a swing!