From Christchurch I went to Auckland for one last day and got to meet up with Becca again which was really nice. We went for a drink, went to the cinema, ate food and had another laugh at the crazy German-New Zealand couple then I went to the airport and prepared myself for a 12 hour flight.
The flight itself wasn't that bad apart from being next to some vegan anorexic girl who looked like she could die any second... I watched some films, napped and then it was pretty much over with.
As we flew into L.A all you could see from the plane was all the specks of blue which was clearly a pool in like every garden... Yep I'd arrived in America!!
The next thing I noticed was the heat that hit you as you stepped off the plane.. I'd seriously missed that :-) as I went through customs the security guy said "where have you come from?" and "why are you here" nice welcome hey? That's what I thought!

Anyway, I got an airport shuttle to my hostel which seemed pretty nice and quite busy but there was no one in my room because it was the middle of the day; so I had a shower and headed straight out to make the most of my one night in LA. My hostel was right by the walk of fame so I started to walk down and take a few pictures of stars I wanted... You know pee-wee Herman, kernite the frog, only the best for my camera.
I'd read reviews that my hostel was in a really bad area and there were quite a few homeless people about but no more than you'd expect for a major city; you did get a nice strong smell of urine every few metres which definitely woke me up.
As I walked along, a guy stopped me and asked me if I wanted to do a city tour which included the Hollywood sign and seeing all Beverly hills: I hadn't intended to do one but the guy said the tour was now half price (of course) and I figured for the short time I had it made sense for someone to drive me round the places. He rushed me into his shop to pay, which was some cheap ass lingerie shop like super cheap, very strange, then took me to his friend who said the bus would just be a minute. The guy then bought me a drink while I waited for the bus which seemed super nice considering he didn't have to; America was exceeding my expectations already.
The bus came and among the other people was two fat gay men from New York and two tanned thin girls wearing next to nothing: YES stereotype central :D
The first stop was a photo opportunity of the Hollywood sign, which did seem pretty far away but I guess the buses can only get so close to it and I was never going to get an amazing picture of it.
Stalker time came next... Which is what it felt like driving round all these houses taking pictures of a house because some Lebanese tour guide tells you Fred Astaire once lived there: very odd!
We did get to see movie locations such as Pretty Woman and Grease which I preferred over house stalking and it was a way to spend the afternoon but I think normally I wouldn't have really enjoyed it... And then my tour guide came to life!
There is no wonder my tour was half price, this guy was completely useless which just made it more interesting for me and also baffled me because no-one else noticed the nonsense this guy was saying!
First off, we passed a church which he said was the church from Sister Act (I've since been told that church is in San Fran so I'm not sure if that's even true) and then he started telling us about the film; I'm not like a super fan of the movies but I know them well and he started describing the second one as being the first... RESEARCH man RESEARCH!!!!
Then the creme de la creme... We get to a house everyone recognises, yep I've definitely seen this on MTV and remember all the scenes of Ozzy, Sharon, Jack and Kelly.
Tour Guide: "so you might all recognise this house, it was where Ozzy and Sharon Osmond lived when filming the tv show The Osmonds"
... Huh?!?
I officially have the worst tour guide, or is he the best, I still can't decide!
The rest of the afternoon was just more house spotting: Marilyn Monroe, Frank Sinatra and the house Michael Jackson died in.

Anyway, then the tour was over and I soon realised I had no money and tipping is obviously expected. However, I had no money and this guy was pretty useless so I made a very quick exit from the bus, whoops!!
I took another quick walk up another part of the walk of fame to find an ATM and you constantly pass people dressed up as various stars such as the hulk, or captain sparrow and I saw an awesome iron man; majority were pretty bad costumes though.
I decided my first meal should of course be the infamous McDonald's, ha, so I went in and got some food and personally didn't think the portions were that huge... It appeared that their medium was the same size as our large so not that different: however I've since learnt that there small is in fact our large, haha! Anyway, it was pretty average apart from the people around me; there was a woman full on shouting at her little kid and letting her run around wild while she sat on her fat bum! In the end she shouted "what the hell is wrong with you" at the kid, and as she said that a black transvestite stood up and shouted "no, what the hell is wrong with you"
I thought there was going to be a full on b**** fest but the transvestite strutted out passed the security guard; oh yeah they had a security guard in McDonald's. A rather interesting McDonald's that's for sure!!

Anyway, I headed back to the hostel as it was getting dark and I didn't want to die... There was now three really nice girls in my room; one from turkey and two from England but I quickly passed out as I think my Friday was topping about 42 hours long by this point.