What to do on the last day in LA, when the weather is so-so, you haven't seen much really of this hu-uge city and you have to be back at the hotel by 6.15 pm? You take the Metro and then hop on a bus to Santa Monica of course. Have to have a look at the beach and Santa Monica (since Tessan told me that you really can't miss it).
The busride took 50 minutes, but the amazing thing about LA is that the fare on buses and trains are the same no matter how far you go (1,25 dollars, so basically nothing). Copy that Sweden!
Anyway, the closer we got to Santa Monica the more blue sky we saw. I like! When we got there we got some sun, but it was very windy. No swimmers nor surfers. But it was pretty. Went out on the pier, Henke found some pinball machines, but they were too dirty to play. Had a go at The Addams Family but didn't go well. Couldn't take the right ramp at all, and Thing wasn't working. Boo-hoo!
Walked up one of the promenade streets, looked in the shops and listened to some good singers, guitarists and breakdancers on the way. Then the bus back home in time for the taxi to pick us up. Now we're at LAX waiting for the plane which will hopefully get us to Rarotonga. Saw that it's raining there as well, so woohoo for that :P
Last minute reflections. Los Angeles is huge, definately need more than five days here... The water smells of chloride, the food portions are huge and fatty (isn't LA supposed to be a bit healthy?), people are nice and one weird comment from Henke was "Wonder what IHOP stands for?" right after he read out loud "International House Of Pancakes"... ;)
Better steal Jason's subject on Facebook right now, as it suits very well: "If women with large breasts work at Hooter's, then why doesn't one-legged women work at IHOP". Good one Jason!
OK, time for departure. OaO
