On arrival to Hollywood from our final Greyhound bus, Tom tried to have an argument with the bus driver on the street (calling him unreasonable to his face). Trudy "I told you so" Coleman was on hand to lend her moral support, but not actual support.

We walked to the end of the street and who should stop LITERALLY right next to us but Cam and Mitch (the gay couple) from Modern Family. Cue Tom's mental and physical breakdown in the street, throwing his 40lb rucksack to the floor in supplication and trying to take a photo (no photos here because Tom was busy enjoying his epilectic fit). However Cam did say to Tom "I love your committment to your facial hair". Tom almost wept with happiness (and Trudy with disgust at Tom". Tom later declared that he does not get star struck, Trudy has concrete evidence to the contrary in her mind-tank.

Yet agiain we arrived somewhere and got totally and utterly lost. After walking for 2 hours with our heavy, heavy rucksacks we decided to get a bus (try walking across the whole of London) and the bus driver felt so sorry for us that he let us ride for free (apparently walking is not one of the great American past-times!).

Thanks to the lost art of walking we saw the Hollwood hills with the Hollywood sign, some hand and foot prints in concrete, and the Walk of Fame. Despite everyone in America complaining about LA we had a great time, particularly thanks to Julie Woodhead who has recently moved back to LA after 7 years in Norwich and it was great to just sit and b**** about America and Americans. To further this experience we drank tea while we whinged! Julie also took us out to dinner and Julie's mom happily paid for our seafood spaghetti medley in one of those upmarket type restaurants. Lovely stuff (yet more Partridge!).