As we patted our trusty chariot on the bonnet and said our emotional farewells, we left The Beast at LAX (and what only 28 days before had been a brand new car) and embarked on our new life of relying on public transport. And what better place on Earth to do this than in Los Angeles, California (big 'Ahem!'). From the airport, we endured a couple of bus rides then a long walk with our backpacks to our home for the next few nights, the Venice Beach International Hostel. Almost all hostels in America have 'International' in their names, perhaps to provoke a cosmopolitan, grand and cultured image of the establishment. What are backpacking hostels BUT international?? Anyway, eventually, we reached this place on Pacific Drive, running parallel to the long and broad Venice Beach and
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