Philip and his friend Jame

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I booked a I tour the other day online and true to form didn't bother with details to discover that it was the Rasta Bus tour. No woman no cry I thought, let's hope Philip doesn't have to don a Bob Marley wig and that I have to sing my best karoke version of Get Up,Stand Up but no, thank god. Nothing of this nature was required. We are really not sure where the Rasta bit fitted in as there was no Bob Marley music blasting and no Kingston town accents. It was a fantastic tour with great stops, commentary and little vignettes about the drivers brush with celebrities. Philip and I found ourselves, much to our surprise, enjoying the drive around the beautiful mansions of Beverly Hills and the glitz and gloss of Rodeo Drive. We were really just ideas for our house and garden in Corrimal! Our very kind host Martha drove us the equivalent of Wollongong to Sydney so we could catch this bus. Again very grateful for the lovely Martha even though she doing all the flowers for a wedding tomorrow. We saw some other sights along the way and made some new and interesting friends. On our way home we were just about to cross the road when we heard sirens. I didn't know which way it's was coming from as the traffic was very dense only to get bawled out by two of LAPD's finest. When I tried to explain what had happened one of them said in a very loud voice that what he was saying was a monologue ( in other words shut the f....k up lady) while the other one was yelling that he was giving me an education.So I won't be doing any of that again.

We finished the night with food and cocktails at a very funky bar housed in a converted powerhouse with aerial artists and very soulful jazz, even Philip was tapping away. There were a few couples there that looked like they hadn't been going out too long and had a bit of an age difference. Enough said, San Francisco tomorrow.