Santa Monica Beach goes on forever, and ever, and ever. Or close to, anyhow. I gave malibu a miss because my feet were dying. There was blading (fit women, and we're talking FIT. hubba hubba.) topless sunbathing, and blokes doing things with parallel bars and rings for some reason. The blokes were all built like Guvner Arnie, only not as fat. I think some people practically live out of their gyms...