We woke up for the last time in our little Hollywood Hills
apartment, had a shower and finished packing our suitcases. Before leaving we
went to the back of the house and had a last look at the Hollywood sign and
reservoir, we hadn’t really had time to do this before and checking them out
today made us realise the prime spot we were in, we hadn’t really appreciated
it until now, I don’t think.
We loaded up the car, found our host Jackie who we hadn’t
seen since checking in. We had a nice chat, she kept saying about us being from
Australia, every time I reminded her we were from England she laughed and told
us we seem more chilled out than her usual British guests, although she never
said British, always people from London so I reckon that’s why we seemed
chilled, obviously Londoners are uptight and poncy! It turns out her husband was
away for two weeks and she was missing him, this led to a conversation about
what they actual do for a living in LA. Her husband has a company which has
something to do with concerts, he’s also a producer of some sort, they’re also
buying a second house to rent out, it’s just under the Hollywood sign, next to
the big white Spanish house which used to be Madonna’s! These people are
loaded!
We left the apartment and drove down to Venice Beach, it
still looked overcast but we had nothing else to do so we thought we’d at least
have a walk around. It was lunch time by the time we got there so we stopped
for a burger at a place called Larry’s, again it was quite yummy. We had a bowl
of sweet potato fries between us, these are my new favourite food.
By the time we’d finished eating there was a bit of blue sky
and it was quite warm so we went to the beach and set up near the shore so we
could hear the waves. Both of us fell asleep quite quickly. When we woke up
there was no clouds left in the sky, the sun was directly above us and my legs
were definitely feeling a bit tingly. Natalie went to the ‘restroom’ and came
back with an ice cream, we both realised we were getting sunburnt so eventually
decided to leave the beach.
We had a stroll down to the canals, checked out some of the
nice houses and decided we quite liked this area. Maybe not everything in LA is
rubbish and ugly.
We went back to the car, sat with the air con on for a bit
while we discussed whether or not to find a bar to have a drink but decided to
just return the car and get to the airport. There seemed to be no point in
delaying the inevitable, the holiday was almost over.
On the drive to National car return we kept our eyes peeled
for the last time, trying to find the five licence plates we were yet to spot.
They were all in hiding, what made this even more frustrating was that we saw
so many of the other 45 that it felt like a greatest hits of states we’d seen
over the road trip. As most of the required states are on the east coast we see
it as a sign that we need to return and do New England in the future. Handing
the keys over and saying goodbye to the Enormo-mobile made me feel sad, we’ve
had some good times in that fella.
Check in at the airport went fairly smoothly, although
initially we were not sitting together. We paid a £40 each to upgrade to extra
legroom seats which meant we would be next to each other, we thought it was
worth it. I’ll definitely be happier during take off and landing, that’s for
sure!
LA airport is pretty basic compared to Heathrow, there is a
tiny duty free shop, a couple of places to get food and a couple of shops. As
we had three hours to wait and these places looked a bit rubbish we took
advantage of Natalie’s Priority Pass which she got with her Co-op bank account.
This gives Natalie (and me as her guest) access to certain VIP areas, there are
comfy leather sofas, free food and drink (including alcohol), a TV and wifi
connection. It helped a little bit being in the nice quite area away from the
riff raff but it didn’t really stop me feeling 100% depressed about our holiday
being over.
And so, we end this post with a heavy heart but with many
happy memories. It’s been another amazing holiday, we can’t wait to get
planning the next.
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