JW Marriott Hotel Los Angeles at L.A. LIVE
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After a lengthy flight from Fiji to LAX, and witnessing a couple enter the mile high club, we landed in the City of Angels!
STAY: Naturally, we had to end the final leg of the trip in style. We stayed at The Marriott hotel, partly to end with a bit of luxury after weeks of bed bugs, sleeping in sand covered beds and waking up to strangers …
We were staying in Hollywood, and naively thought that it would be easy to find and well signposted. Turns out it is not. We got stuck in a lot of traffic and very lost among the streets of Downtown LA. We asked in a petrol station and a shop but nobody knew how to get to Hollywood. Eventually a guy said we just carry on down this one road, but he was far from convincing so we found a McDonalds and used their Wi-Fi. Once you know where you are ...
... a ride on the ferris wheel and all the boys braved the roller coaster.
A late, leisurely lunch at 'Blue Plate Taco' in Santa Monica set us up for the cycle back to Fisherman's Village, where we found a film crew setting up for an evening shoot for the popular American series 'Revenge'.
Wildlife sightings along our way, were pelicans, dolphin and seal!
A great day out and ticking off lots of sight seeing!
... beach where I facetimed my best friends and parents, got a nice tan and also got sand everywhere.
From the beach I walked around a bit, found a mall, had lunch and returned back to my hotel to watch World Cup Soccer.
Needless to say, after a horrible start to my journey abroad, it seems like it is starting to look up for me, and hey, I'm going to Fiji and New Zealand, no matter when I get there, I'll get there eventually.
... She didn’t respond. In her normally serene eyes, I saw something unsettling. It wasn’t the patient look she’d typically get when listening to me drone on about rock and roll. This look had a noticeable and quite measurable lack of joy.
“Never mind” I said. “Let’s go home”
“I don’t want to go home” she said quietly.
I tapped the brake. ‘Where do you want to go?”