Days Inn Airport Center Los Angeles
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... good. Then we went back to PCC where nine or so of us played Apples to Apples which was a great laugh. We followed up the night with the Sixth Harry Potter.
Saturday: Today was actually the busiest of the week. After working out this morning, Ashley, Max, and I met Hanson and Matt at a movie theatre in West Hollywood. Cassie had gotten us tickets to a silent movie screening of the 1921 film Molly O. It was really cool. There ...
... blah...LOL! About the only good thing about these massive, rich and elaborate houses (mansions) was the work it generated for security personnel and gardeners! The most expensive house 'on the block' is the US$248M mansion that Aaron Spelling had built before he died - it has 148 rooms and the 'guests' have their own 'wing'!! While I don't begrudge 'stars' their status, I couldn't help but think that there is enough wealth in this suburb alone to solve the economic development ...
... wait at LAX, Van picked us up in his van and we made the 50 minute trip to Anaheim.
Incredible to think that greater LA has a population of over 18 million, not that far short of our total population in Oz. It is a sprawling concrete mess and as I recall from 20 years ago, not much to look at.
The hotel will suit nicely being a 10 minute walk from the Disneyland entrances ...
... we get our ticket then we join another long line of people, to get our photo taken then we get our cases and join yet another line to hand in all our paper work. This took over 2 hours, we have travelled through several countries and Australia is the most painful.
We meet up with Nathan and Bethany who take us to our hotel accommodation in Melbourne. We meet up with ...
... and black pants with polished shoes; and the little girls are wearing Easter dresses. I feel underdressed in a polka-dotted, navy blue dress and high-heels. “This place is packed,” I think to myself. “There must be 200 people here. I don’t see any Caucasians.” I take a big gulp, and slump down in my seat.
“It’s nice to have you join us,” the lady next to me says.