Hogan knows best...

San Francisco came and went; it's an incredible city with an amazing spectrum of people...somewhere I actually wouldn't mind living someday, that is, of course, if I can ever drag myself away from Melbourne. After 5 months of being cautious of spending money and having to carry ridiculous amounts of luggage, I unleashed myself on the shops of the west coast. Turns out I'm more of a girly-girl than I realised, because shopping is rather fun :P
We also hung out with Pegs' mate from camp, Lacey (who we were staying with) at the various parts of San Fran; Pier 39, Chinatown, Union Square, Alcatraz (Walllllmac...why am I not surprised...?!?!).

The world really is a small place. At the LA greyhound bus station, we ran into an English guy, Barnaby, who we met whilst in Miami and just so happened to be on the same bus as us upstate. So we spent some time with him and also a crazy gay guy that wouldn't stop talking, who had been living at Barnaby's hostel for the past 5 months.

Then, it was back to Los Angeles for the home stretch of my trip...I can't believe it's almost over. I'm staying with my mate Simone and we've spent the last few days talking about food, crazy people and how much we both miss Melbourne. To be honest, I don't really like LA all that much, but I will always be grateful to the city for giving me my first proper celebrity citing. Yesterday, we were shopping at The Grove, and saw none other than HULK HOGAN!
Unfortunately I didn't have the guts to ask him for a photo, but I promise I was standing like 3 metres away from him and his wife in some shop. It was rather bizarre actually, he really looks like a weird, boiled, hunk of meat, and he walks funny. A total freak of nature, but what a legendary throwback to my years of being a wrestling fan.

I'm home next Tuesday (Oct 31) morning, people. Call me and we can do coffee or something...I'm in desperate need of something non-Starbucks!

see you bye.