To answer your questions..

Well I'm home now and have no intention of boring people with my life so that is the end of the blog in accordance with the mission statement. If you want to read more crazy US adventures you can read Matt's (El Guapo) blog at Matts Mind. Thanks to everyone for the positive feedback.

A bit of Oz to finish off.

View north up the coast from the 101 complete with overhanging gum tree branch. Ahh California...

Pfeiffer Falls (Big Sur)

These are the falls the brats were climbing. I got this with a long exposure after learning from El Guapo.

Final Night in the United States

Only in America would you be able to steal a Foster's coaster. Last night for me in America with El Guapo together = 4 x pint Old Tire Beer, 4 x tequila sunrise, 2 x cowboy shots, 2x dranbuie shot, 2x tequila and orange juice. We named tequila and orange juice "can't go wrong".
I spent the night hiccupping. Matt spent the night puking up in my toilet. "Driving the porcelain bus Matt?". "Yeah".
To take a leak I had to go to his apartment next door.

Big Sur Trip

Imagine this sign. Enter American mom, dad, two brats. Two brats start climbing cliff immediately. Parents say nothing. Dad watches. Mom does nothing but take photos with overly expensive camera she obviously doesn't know how to use.
Brats climb right past sign and out of sight. Brat one throws rock down. Almost kills other tourist below as it bounces off the bottom of the cliff. Dad says 'watch out'. Mom says nothing but takes photos of brats.
On the way down, brat two dislodges LOOSE ROCK, rock hits brat one on head. Brat one starts to cry loudly and annoyingly. Dad comments about brats pants getting dirty. Mom says nothing but takes photos of brats.
Brat one reaches bottom. Dad tells crying brat one that he was 'terrific up there'. Nothing about learning a valuable lesson about signs that are obviously there for public safety. Mom says nothing except take photos of brats.
Brat two reaches bottom. Mom tells brat two to stand still for a photos. Mom and brat scream at each other. When we leave Mom screams at us for wobbling the boardwalk as we leave.
Bloody hell.

I lied.

One more... some cheeleader action (please read that the right way). Did I mention 10x zoom?

one,two,three SMACK

Like watching rows of armoured cars colliding at an intersection. Last football pic I promise.