Day 8 Part 2: Going along the Highway One..a really scenic route along the pacific coast. America isn't that bad after all! We arrived at the campground where our boys' scout abilities were tested to the maximum while putting up the tent. My boyfriend might not be a genius as a really stupid internet quiz made him believe, but according to that he is at least gifted...well, he is definitely very dumb for trusting these kind of homepages..but he managed to understand the instructions within minutes (which were, mind you, a bit more complicated than the ones for a Malmoe Ikea cupboard).
We went on a 3 mile hike and freezed our buts off in the evening...who would have thought that after the L.A. sauna experience anything could be considered to be nippy. We met an American with long grey hair who was living the Into-the-wild experience...homeless since a couple of weeks, living in his Van with his dog...brewing tea for himself and us in the evening (probably due to the lack of something he would have really been able to enjoy like Jonny Walker Whiskey)..he basically gave us a summary of his lifestory...dad who left the family when he was in his teens, him being forced to start working at the age of 14...mum calling him once caus his dad wasn't paying the alimonies...within a couple of hours the dad had 2 guys in his apartment and a gun pointing at his face...within split seconds the dad was liquid again...after telling this story, the guy chuckled and proudly announced what was already to be expected: that he had been the one organizing the John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson-characters.