The day that lasted 48 hours...

Wed 16th August 06

Welcome to Hollywood - what's your dream? Well I have been in L.A. for 9 hours and still no Richard Gere.

Having left Perth at 12.20am Wednesday 16th August, I finally arrived in L.A. at 7.35am Wednesday 16th August. And no it wasn't a 7 hour flight. I'm a little bit tired. The flight was fairly uneventful (aka it didn't blow up! as one passenger told me on the way to the US - the terrorist plot in Heathrow had been planned for today - I'm glad I didn't know that before I booked my ticket). Both flights from Perth and Sydney were full and I felt like I was canned for 24 hours. Fortunately a guy next to me knew the pilot so he got upgraded and I got a spare space next to me. This allowed for a few extra centemtres and enabled me to curl up like a slater and get the two hours sleep I've had since Tuesday.
Being in L.A. is surreal. I can pick out many things I've seen in so many movies: the black & white police cars, the newspaper boxes on street corners, the 7/11's, the palm trees lining the streets, lots of traffic and of course the Hollywood sign. I think I even managed to see the place on the freeway where Keanu Reeves ran for the bus in Speed. But then I could have been hallucinating. Did I mention I am tired?
I spent the day walking around the Hollywood Walk of Fame. There are parts of it that are seriously commercialised - but I had fun anyway. So far I have taken 37 photos. If I keep that as my average number of photos per day, I'll have about 2500 to show you when I get back. I can hear your knees knocking from here!
It is incredible to be so far away from home and yet life here isn't so different. I think I was expecting to see several film shoots in progress and bump into Brad and Angelina. Oh well - maybe tomorrow.

I hope everyone is well in Perth. I'll prattle on some more about my trip very soon.

Kym