Today we left San Diego but not before checking out Balboa Park, on of the city’s major attractions. Placed right in the middle of the city, the park is 1400 acres and dwarfs the older Cental Park in New York City. The scenery is also totally different to that of Central Park in that the heat and drought in California has created quite an arid landscape in places, with various cacti populating the majority of the view.
As we made our way into the outer belt of the park, we stumbled into a Native Indian Festival. It was interesting to see the musicians at work and to find out a bit about their culture. I think I may have wee’d a little when I bumped into this monstrous dog. I was assured that it was only 90% wolf and was quite safe but I wasn’t taking any chances and we made our departure soon after.
We spent the rest of the afternoon hiking through the park, getting lost several times and running extremely low on water before we eventually found somewhere to kick a ball around. The heat was exhausting so we soon gave up and headed back to the car. Although the landscape wasn’t quite what I’d been expecting, it was great to see this side of California.
It was time to head back up to Vegas!
San Diego is about as far away from Las Vegas as you can get. In Vegas the party never stops whereas in San Diego the party stops at 2am, period. I’m pretty sure the hippie community on the beach struggles to last past lunchtime so I don’t think they’re too fussed about the strict laws that are enforced as a result of the growing alcoholism issue in the city.
The areas surrounding the beaches on the Pacific Coast are beautiful and a lovely place to relax. There’s almost nothing commercial which means that a lot of things are over priced but not to the extent they’re unaffordable.
For the first few nights we stayed on Ocean Beach in a hostel where we looked slightly out of place, especially once we’d visited the outlet stored to the south and stocked up on new clothes.
As a community everyone is extremely welcoming and I was really pleased to find somewhere where the smartphone isn’t king, an issue which has plagued hostels since I began my journey.
We moved downtown for our final night to see if things were a bit more lively there. We weren’t disappointed and spent the night clubbing at various venues across the city. However, as I previously said, we had gotten used to going out after midnight in Vegas and attempting the same in San Diego lead to a short night.
Our last stop before heading back up to Vegas was Balboa Park. I was desperate to find a game of football and apparently you could find community games in the area. Although we didn’t find any games we stumbled into a Native Indian festival which was pretty entertaining. We even caught a glimpse of a dog which is over 90% wolf, something I didn’t even know was possible.