Sunday morning we headed up to the beach. Thatfore we drove a couple miles north on the historic 101 highway and reached Del Mar a little bit later.
Jens gave me this book “Planet Germany” written by a American who is explaining his view of Germany. I am laughing all the time while reading it and I am really sucked into it.
After being fried on the beach for 2 hours, combined with changing my state of aggregation from normal state to lobster state, Thomas and I went swimming in the ocean. I did not pay attention for 1-2 minutes and the extreme strong tide sucked me to the open water. I am only a average swimmer but it was really hard to get back to the beach. Right in the moment I made it back both, Thomas and I saw this small boy far from the beach and he tried to shout for help, but he was to quiet. We hurried to get to him and hold him over water, trying to reach the beach. Maybe two minutes later the life guards reached us and took care of him. After that I looked to the beach again and realized that I am at least 3 times further out in the water, that we have been before. And I still had in mind, how hard it was to get back. Combined with the fact, that I was already tired from the first time, I asked the life guards if they can give me a ride back. So I got saved by the lifeguards. The guy was driving the boat and (lets call her Pamela) Pamela pulled me in the boat. YEAHHHH!

Resume of the day: Saved small American, took a rest on the boobs of the smoking hot lifeguard…I would say 2:0 for Germany!

We headed up to Downtown in the evening. When I came to Austin in January I was very suprised how lively a city can be at midnight. At that time I only had my limited Jena nightlife experience.
Yesterday I felt the same again…five lanes in each direction packed but downtown at night is awesome. I had fun fighting through the traffic, but it made me kind of tired. At that time my co-pilot was already to nervous and decided just to wiggle on his seat.
I choose plan B to distract him a little bit…

Looking at the picture I think her head is smaller than her…Plan B succeeded. (He was still wiggling but at least this scared “someone’s gonna hit us”-face disappeared.)

On our way back he came back to old strength and after 3 days of driving the car, we found the light button for the front seat. That made reading the map so much easier. We were at downtown, we sleep up north, we ended in the habour - F*cking oneways.
I made it to miss the right exit or crossing 4 or 5 times in a row and we were already on the way to L.A. but finally we arrived at USCD campus.

Today we really arrived at San Diego. Never driven on a 12-lane road before. Of course we got stuck in traffic. With the map I bought yesterday and my awesome navigator we now try to make our way on minor roads. One of them lead us to a hottie waitress that suggested us a place called “Peet’s Coffee” for breakfast. Their Vanilla Latte is really good. Even our impression of the city is pretty limited right now - San Diego seems to be very nice. Now we are heading for UCSD.

Update: We have arrived. Within seconds I got the feeling to be in a poor area on UCSD campus…where the f*** are the A/Cs????

This morning I woke up in my regular way at 7:44am without any alarm. The New Mexican sun was already burning. I met a ball-headed guy on the parking lot, who told me how shitty California is and that he got divorced recently…blablabla. We followed the suggestion of the motel crew and started the day in a small Mexican style restaurant. I got the breakfast special - delicious. Two pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs later we were on the road again - almost…we needed sunglasses first.

Do you know these “co-pilots” who are talking shit all the time and you already start to think, how you explain, that you forgot him/her at the restroom and realized it hours later when it was too late to turn…
Well, Thomas is the opposite. He doesn’t speak and from time to time I have to slap him to check if he is still among us, because with the glasses I cannot see him twinkering. The rest of the time he is sleeping or reading this strange book about math in physics. (note to myself: wait till he sleeps again and throw it out of the window.)

I was driving for 10 hours in a row and we are still in Arizona - The Grand Canyon State. I missed the big Saguaro cactus things, but finally 20 miles West of Tucson, I spotted the first. I failed making a cool picture in front of one because of the law that doesn’t allow you to stop without an emergency…

The day is pretty much over we are going to drive a couple more hours. Right now we are sitting in a Starbucks, because Mr Kiefer (the quiet guy) is addicted to their Cafe Latte. I keep telling him, that the reason that he wakes up every morning looking like shit might be somehow related to drinking coffee every evening. But the strange thing with those super smart guys is: usually they solve equations but their logic ends in the real world

Btw: we almost crashed the 2008 Impala when a Truck had a tire problem right in front of us. So far nothing worth to say, but at that time Kief was steering (while I was driving and setting up the Ipod). So far nothing worth to say, but my little mowl did not wanted to change lanes just because of different coloured tar…when I was looking up again I was driving 80mph and I had a tire of an 18-wheeler right in front of me and only 50yrds to go. Well, I am writing all this stuff so lets finish with:

MICHAEL SCHUMACHER WOULD BE SO PROUD OF ME!!!!

Hey Folks,

due to the fact, that some of my co-workers might be interested in trip updates, I am going to switch this website to English content for the next couple weeks.

Thanks to Jens, who encouraged us to join him for a coffee at 9.30pm at the Spider-House in Austin, where I had a “Black&White” (Espresso with Vanilla Ice-cream), we didn’t really sleep during the last night at Austin. Fortunately Pat offered me to give me a ride to the Airport, unfortunately he was lucky with the A-Town morning traffic and showed up just in time. I was hoping so hard to get a little bit more sleep.

We picked up the Chevy Impala and started on Highway 290 to Fredericksburg. The car is actually not to bad and we achieved 29mpg. But even when I put in “2″ and floored it, it barely accelerated. The 211HP must be hidden in the blower motor or somewhere. But it drives very smoothly. I must have looked like a zombie risen from the undead with my red eyes (where the hell is my visine?), but those little bitchy bakery girls did not want to offer “German’s rebate”…IN FREDERICKSBURG!!!! Maybe they thought we were vampires from Romania.

The following 7 hours reminded me a little bit on the pictures from this little Mars rover (was it Pathfinder?), but for me it was pretty impressive. When we arrived El Paso we decided not to drive all the way to San Diego in one day with switching driver every 4 hours and make a stop at Las Cruces instead. The room is clean and the AC works fine. (I think I could see my breath when I entered the room…)