David Hasselhoff. Now there’s a phenomenon. I love the Hoff, don’t you? How could you not, with such pop hits as ‘Jump In My Car’ and others that I’ve temporarily forgotten.

Loving all things Hoff, I’m often consigned to looking at singles holidays. I know, it’s difficult to believe.

Most of my friends love Peter Andre but I prefer someone slightly more mature.

And so the journey begins…

Don’t laugh!

So I thought I’d head out to the US and have a proper look around at what it’s all about in the land that produced not only the Hoff but Baywatch. Or did the Hoff produce Baywatch? I can’t remember.

Do you remember Baywatch? Come on don’t tell me you’ve never heard of it even if you won’t admit to watching it. The airbrushed lifeguard team patrolling the Los Angeles County beaches of the 1990s, always saving lives and looking perfect? Did you know it was the most watched television program in the world at one point with over one billion viewers? I couldn’t believe it either but it’s in the Guinness Book of Records so it has to be true.

Anyway, I wanted an American experience to remember. Something to inspire. Hoff-obsessed or not you can’t fail to be impressed with this trip.

How about a three week tour that takes you from Los Angeles through to San Francisco with a smattering of national parks before returning you via Las Vegas and Hollywood back to your starting point? With me on that one?

Take a walk across the Golden Gate Bridge, see Alcatraz, visit Chinatown and party all night if it takes your fancy. And that’s only your first day! Bring plenty of energy for this trip. After that it’s one camp after another from Yosemite National Park to the Great Basin Desert and another three parks in four days after that. City Slickers eat your heart out.

After all the camping and living like cowboys, you leave the Grand Canyon National Park and finally you hit Las Vegas and its strip and get to sleep in a real bed again.

So where are the beaches, where can I get my Baywatch fix, you’re thinking? Fear not, beach time happens now. After two nights of emptying your bank account on the infamous strip, head to San Diego beach and make like a real Baywatch star posing with all the cool dudes. Just don’t forget the fake tan before you go – they are all so bronzed out there! And guys – remember to blend in. It’s baggy shorts and a surfboard, just take one for effect, it doesn’t matter if you can’t surf. It’ll work. After all, the Hoff got away with it for years.

For really crazy beaches visit Venice Beach in LA and the Walk of Stars in Tinseltown. Muscle Beach Gym in LA is actually where Arnold Schwarzenegger and Lou Ferrigno (the original Incredible Hulk) used to pump their muscles by the way. No pressure then!

How could I forget to mention the real highlight! As you set out from LA to San Francisco the dulcet tones of the Hoff himself welcome you to the US with ‘Jump In My Car’. How apt!! No, it’s OK, I was only kidding. That’s just my special request.

Jump in my Car by David Hasselhoff

Well, I’m pooped after just reading that lot but there are plenty more adventure tours Stateside. To catch the Hoff, I’ll have to preen suitably up and down Venice Beach hopefully without blinding the other holidaymakers with my tan free pallor.

But wait, there’s no need for me to go Hoff-hunting. I can get an actual evening with the Hoff on a UK tour! He’s been here all the time! If I’m lucky I might be able to catch him while he’s still around. Wait for me David!

Biog: Lauren (who authored this guest post) dreams of going on holiday and meeting David Hasselhoff in the flesh!