After the usual 15 hours of torture known as economy class plane travel we arrived to a warm and friendly grunt from US Customs. It took an hour to clear too as they fingerprint and photograph every person entering.

Our driver was there waiting god bless him and we did the 60km trip to Anaheim in the comfort of a Chevy Suburban (favored by the New Jersey mob).

The digs at Howard Johnson are great and the staff are mega helpful. Going to like this place.

Fighting jet lag and hunger we decide to go across the road for a feed but Mimis was packed and Maccas was more chaotic - at 10am on a Saturday it seemed wired it was this busy. We found out later it was a bomb scare at Disneyland.

Managed a nana nap for a couple of hours and a swim but the body has hit a big wall at 4:30pm so looking at an early dinner and falling into a 12 hour coma.