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Published: November 3rd 2007
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Farmers Market
No in the farmers market... It all started with a huge two and half hour check-in queue at Heathrow terminal 2 care of Virgin Atlantic. Helpfully there was three girls trying to check-in four plane loads worth of people. Needless to say it didn't put us in the greatest of moods as it ended with us running for the plane and having to for go our traditional pre-flight booze up in the pub. We made up for it once airbourne. The flight was a very smooth 11 hours, managed to watch Pirates of the Carribean 3, 28 weeks later, Fantastic 4, Disturbia, Wind and Blades of Glory before snoozing for a few hours prior to landing.
We landed at the wrong time, 4pm, just in time for rush hour traffic and just the thing we were both trying to get away from. We managed to get to Orange Drive Hostel in about an hour and a half having circled the airport in a five litre, three hundred horsepower transit van taxi several times in order to pick up one more passenger.
First impressions of LA is that its junk food heaven, you can indulge in any kind of grease fuelled food frenzy whenever you
Venice Beach
Caz on Venice Beach like and there is so much choice - McDonalds, Burger King, Fat Burger, Budda Belly, Chucky Cheese..the list is endless.
I thought LA was where all the beautiful people came from, that certainly isn't the case from what I've seen so far. We ventured down to Venice Beach on the bus the other day expecting to see some gorgeousness on muscle beach, no such thing I'm afraid, its all a myth. The beach itself is lovely, soft powdery sand, heaps of space, beach rating has to be at least a good 6/10. The experience of getting the bus down to Venice Beach was ... unique you could say. An all day bus pass is a mere $5, cheap as chips but the characters that catch the bus are strange however it is value for money, something which is in short supply in LA.
After a day on the beach we thought we would drop by the Farmers Market on Fairfax for some dinner. We went to a little restaurant in the market which seemed to be nice, I had a very tasty goat cheese salad and skinny chips and No had Coc-au-Vin, except there was something a little
Hollywood Hills
Famous Hollywood Sign odd about the chicken, it was grey. It being a day of oddity he was hungrey enough to think it was ok and ended up polishing the whole plate off. I think I was awoken at 5am during the night with the faint echo of retching sounds down the hallway. No had food poisoning. Let that be a vital tip, don't eat grey chicken and expect to get away with it!
The following day while No was being ill I went wondering around to pass the time and before long I found myself on an open top bus tour of Hollywood. It was highly educational, I found out where Paris Hilton lives, where Brad Pitt had his first job dressed as a chicken and that the famous Hollywood sign was first erected back in 1923 and was originally part of a real estate advertisment.
My afternoon of excitment rounded up what was four days in LA, I'm not sure I would deliberately come back to LA, its ok to see once I think. Well its onto the Cook Islands now for some down time and UV's!
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