LA day one

At LAX, after a Korean guy tried to con us into paying $55 for a cab (we ended up paying $16 each), we eventually arrived at our home for the next two days, the Wilshire Plaza Hotel. We were both starving so made the short trip over the road to McDonald's, brought it back to the room and scoffed it down. Eager to do a bit of exploring, we took a short walk around the block. Daz immediately got asked by someone where Normandie was (the road we had just crossed), to which he replied that he didn't know (I don't think Daz had seen the street sign). I directed the guy, who then turned round and called Daz a bitch. Nice welcome, we thought.With darkness beginning to fall and our tiredness getting the better of us, the roads we were walking on began to seem a bit sinister. Everyone kind of looked shifty, and the backstreets didn't look as attractive as the main roads advertised in all the holiday brochures you might read. We came to the hasty conclusion that the area where we were staying was a shithole, and quickly retreated back to the hotel room.Here the jetlag really gripped us. We both realised we were absolutely shattered, and agreed to take a nap. The time was 5.30pm (so our bodyclocks were on 1.30am) and we set an alarm for 8.30pm to get us out of bed for a bit and to beat the jetlag. We both woke up at 8.30 and agreed that the thought of doing something other than sleep was out of the question.I slept well and woke up ready to start the day. Then I looked at the clock - it was only 11.30pm. Aaaaaaaaargh!! So for the next five hours I tried to force myself to sleep, and only succeeded in napping for short periods of time. At 5am I turned the TV on and watched the highlights on ESPN of the Thanksgiving NFL. Come 6am and I had had more than enough. I got Daz out of bed and soon we were walking towards Hollywood at 6.15am, the sunrise lighting our path....The story of Day Two will come next time.