Normally when I am ready to move on to explore somewhere different I am filled with excited. This wasn’t the case when I was leaving San Francisco. On the Friday morning we were leaving, I genuinely felt a tinge of sadness. We had managed to fit in so much but there was more I still wanted to see. Of course this is a great excuse to return in the future! I think we had timed our visit to San Francisco well as the weather had been lovely and the fog didn’t roll in until our last night there. We left a rather dull and dreary San Francisco first thing in the morning and started our long journey back to LA.
Initially we had planned to drive back to LA via Highway 5. However, we were so blown away by parts of the Pacific Coastal Highway that we decided to head back down it. If you are planning on driving this route, I would certainly say that North-South is the better way to drive it. Simply because you are on the right side of the road next to the cliffs. The scenery is stunning!
It took all day but we arrived in Malibu in time for dinner and decided to treat ourselves to tea at Geoffry’s. Afterwards, we drove to our next Airbnb apartment, which was high up in the Hollywood Hills. It was a lovely, quirky apartment that offered spectacular views across Hollywood and it was also possible to see the Hollywood sign from the back of the property.
It was so peaceful and relaxing and being there was the inspiration for this post. As it has been such a full on trip so far, we took the weekend to simply chill out and unwind. Our apartment had a balcony and I soaked up the sun and rested up for a couple of days. It was definitely needed by this point!
On Labour Day, we headed off for some thrills and excitement at Six Flags Magic Mountain. You might be thinking this was an absolute insane decision and… it kind of was! In all honesty, we had booked this California trip months beforehand when I was feeling quite well. Both Ross and I have always been fans of theme parks and so it was only natural to want to visit Magic Mountain. We had done all our planning and booked our tickets (including flash passes) in advance and we hadn’t anticipated how poor my health would be. Needless to say I was apprehensive about how I would manage a theme park when the time came! However, I was determined to give it my all and not ruin things for Ross.
It did unfortunately turn out to be a bit of a waste of money. The day started out okay and the first ride we went on was X:2. It was brilliant and I was relieved that it was in no way painful. It was very comfortable as far as coasters go and I loved it! Next up was Viper, which was the complete opposite. It should be renamed ‘Back Cruncher’. Horribly painful coaster!
Superman was next on the agenda. Thankfully, this one was pain-free and being launched to around 400ft in the air at 100mph was a lot of fun! So much so that I came off and went straight back on!
Sadly this is where things started to go downhill. With hindsight, adrenaline rushes were not what my body was needing! We went on The Riddler’s Revenge next and I have never felt so ill on a coaster in my life. It was painful to the point I thought I was going to throw up. Not good at all! I stupidly still wanted to go on Goliath though and forced myself to do it, which was not the wisest decision I have ever made.
By this point I was actually struggling to walk. I said to my husband that we should grab some lunch and that I would be fine after that. However, I was far from being okay. I guess the 40 degree heat was not helping matters! I was absolutely gutted that I didn’t manage to do any of the other big coasters but three hours of thrills was more than what I was able to physically handle. Getting back to the car felt as though it took a decade and it proved difficult to keep myself going when my body wanted to crash. “Lesson learned”, I told my husband, “In future I will stick to Disneyland!”
If you would like to catch up with the rest of the posts in this series, you can find them here.