I am at serious risk of experiencing Los Angeles vicariously through the internet, so I have been hauled out of bed and we are off to Venice Beach for the day. It is only 7.00am in the morning I might add but we are up and at em. So ladies, I will no doubt focus my attention on a cross section of photographic options today, in the muscular department..... but more so I am interested in the array of motorbikes we will see today.
The flight here was long and tiring, not telling you anything new i know. We had a Kama Karze yellow cab driver bring us into the Wiltshire Grand and arrived about 10pm USA time last night. I continue to vote LA Airport as the most arduous and hideous customs process, with 3 sets of large flights having to wait for 4 operational booths of Officers that looked like they should have been in the Gestapo. The large sign explained that the values of the Airport encompassed treating you with dignity and respect and that Customer Supervisors will take your suggestions and concerns seriously.
So, after the 12th baby crying and large families trying to organisze their kids at the beginning of the school holidays I suggested to one of the officials that it would be great to have an aisle exclusively for families, prams, babies, people with disabilities, and our elders.......and I thought I was going to be arrested.
You just have to shut up, and bear the 2 hour grueling wait for customs after an 10 hour flight. Then the Portuerican family in front of us that had not filled in any of the documentation and another half an hour. all the bags are piling up on the bag carousel and things get heated. Kids being sick, needing the bathroom, nappies needing to be changed. Just hideous.
But we are here and I have 3 days here and Marty has 10. The hotel is lush, spectacular, has real soap and shampoo plus conditioner so I am in heaven. The towels actually dry you and the sheets on the bed are linen and crispy. Lovely. off to find some coooorrrfffeee. x
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