We touch down in L.A just in time to see one of the countries domestic airlines go bust. LAX is rammed with disgruntled punters and we take a four dollar cab trip which some enterprising cabbie charges us $17.50 and no, he doesn't have any change. We check into a local Howard Johnston Inn and because of it's small size Sandra face's her biggest challenge yet in fitting into hotel storage units...... but she meets the challenge head on!
We are about eight miles from downtown L.A but as soon as it is dawn you can see the layer of smog hanging above the city. We have been advised to take the 100 odd mile journey down to San Diego as it is much more friendly and cheaper to stay. We ask reception to call us a cab to the bus station which the girl obviously mishears as 'Call us an overpriced Limo with tinted windows and air conditioning' and so we turn up to the greyhound bus station and step out amongst the crackheads and the hobo's on the sidewalk while a man in a suit called Hector carries our baggage into the terminal. Somewhat ominously the guy checking your tickets is wearing an LAPD uniform and is carrying a gun. Apart from one guy who is obviously mentally ill and wearing a golf visor we are the only people who are not mexican on the bus.
Current Reading: Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer. Muhammad Ali: His Life and Times by Thomas Hauser
Current Listening: Films about Ghosts - Counting Crows, The Seldom Seen Kid - Elbow, Once (Soundtrack) - Glen Hansard
Favourite Car Sticker: Jews for Jesus
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