Okay so this is where it all began....walked out of LAX airport to a warm blast of air (i definitely knew i wasn't in Scotland anymore!) . Straight away i wacked on my big sunnies and my panama hat. Lorna (my fellow trek america buddy) and i hopped into a shuttle bus and headed off to the Santa Monica area. First impressions of L.A. were a bit mixed. The beach areas looked pretty but the rest of it looked a bit of a dump to be honest (haha no point sugar coating!). Thankfully the Santa Monica area was nice. Lorna and I are sun worshippers so before you could say 'Bob's your uncle' we had dumped our bags and were sunning ourselves down at santa monica beach.

We wanted to set our travels off with a bang so we did what we knew best, a night out on the town! we got our glad rags on and headed to a lovely little italian restaurant round the corner from our hotsel. During dinner our jet lag began to set in and on top of that we were seated under an air conditioning vent, i think we both felt close to death at this point. Refusing to let the jet lag beat us we decided to head off to the club 'Les Deux' (for all you 'Hills' fanatics reading this, this is where they used to go). We'd met some spanish guys from our hostel so had a good night out with them. Once we'd realised we'd been up for 30 hours we admitted defeat and headed back for some MUCH NEEDED BEAUTY SLEEP!