Hey, back again :o) Even more tired than before, but with plently more to tell you all...
We spent the last couple of days in the centre of Hollywood. On the first full day there, we got up early for a bit of sight seeing. Stepped out of our doors onto the walk of fame. Armed with nothing but a camera, we embraced our roles as tourists, stopping every four steps to take a picture of yet another celebrity. At the end of it, we were literally seeing stars...! After that long tiring walk, most people would have chosen to stop to at least take a small rest. But no, we didn't want to waste any of our last couple of days, so we chose to visit Mann's Chinese Theater; where all the hand and foot prints of the stars can be found. We even saw imprints of props, such as guns!
We nearly chose to have a night out (would have been our first!) as we finally had a morning without an early start. But on the way back from the supermarket after buying essentials (crisps and mints?!), we saw the slightly more classless side of the area: lots of girls dressed in tiny tiny dresses, skirts and high heels.... Turning up in our flip flops and un-ironed clothes, we felt we might be a touch out of place. Plus it was cold. So we didnt.
The following day, we were due to fly to New Zealand. The best route involved 3 subway journeys. After chatting to a local, who was suprised about our chosen method of transport (apparently locals prefer to use their cars despite having hellish parking issues). Taking one foot onto the subway, we realised why. At the bottom of the first escalator, there was a guy raiding bins. We by-passed him to buy a ticket, where a lady tried to sell us out-of-date tickets with 25 cents knocked off the full price (apparently that was a bargain?!). After avoiding these two obstacles, we jumped on the train to find the only seats available were opposite someone who smelt like he hadnt lleft the subway in years! The next train aloowed us to encounter a strange man with a spider's cobweb tattoo on his face, who tried to convince us to go the wrong way even though it was blatently obvious we weren't. The final train was the icing on the cake - a guy with a long thin scar on the back of his shaven head began talking to us and left the train after a fleeting comment that he had just been released on parole... Needless to say, we were left clinging on to our bags! A 13.5 hour flight to New Zealand awaited us...
Tune in for the next episode of Ang and Zo's amazing adventure trail next time on offexploring dot com ;)