With my end-of-year finals looming in the distance, I thought that I would try and get ahead with my travel posts – some of which are now regrettably three months overdue. Moving forward now from the land of rainbows (which I will be still be coming back to in later posts) and on to the sunny adventures of Los Angeles!
Loved the endless rows of palm trees lining up the roads here! 🌴
So our arrival on the mainland turned out to be anything but a breeze. After a 20 minute delay on our evening flight from Honolulu to L.A. (which didn’t sound too bad), we were left stranded at the airport when our prepaid shuttle had decided to leave without us.
After enquiring with an employee from the company’s stall located outside of the airport, they said that they couldn’t get the vehicle to turn back for us. Fair enough, we thought. But when we asked about what we should do now (since we had already paid for the booking online), the lady told us to wait there while she had left to go radio in a call to their customer service base for us.
After 40 minutes of aimlessly waiting around and seeing other transport vehicles drop by and pick other people up, we came to the conclusion that the employee lady wasn’t coming back for us. It was past midnight at this point and the other shuttle vendors appeared to have begun shutting up shop and leaving for the night.
Being tired and so over it, we decided to shell out the $70 for a taxi ride (the shuttle had costed us $40 originally) in order to get to our stay in Hollywood. Moral of the story? Do your research early on and don’t blindly book a shuttle service last minute like I did. (And certainly do not book with Prime Time Shuttle!)
Despite the delayed flight, the view of L.A from above at night was pretty mesmerising
After dropping off the luggages at our place off Hollywood Bvld, we decided to drag our weary and hungry selves in search of some late-night food. Walking down the supposedly famous Hollywood Walk of Fame, I couldn’t help but think just how underwhelming and seriously overrated this place was for a tourist hotspot.
Especially when it’s 2am on a Saturday night and you’re hungry, but have no other choice than to brave through the trash-littered streets full of drunken club-goers and shady looking folks just to get to the nearest IHOP.
Honest to Nicolas Cage though, the 15 minutes that it took for us to walk down that street that late at night was probably the most terrified that I had ever felt during my entire trip. Yes. Even more so than the hike to Dead Man’s Catwalk.
Lucky for us, we had access to a car by the next morning. Which turned out to be a godsend because it gave us the convenience of going wherever we had wanted. From Hollywood Hills down to Disneyland or Santa Monica. We even got to drive all the way out east to Pasadena – which turned out to be the cutest suburb!
But oh my. All of the highways. All the lanes. And worst of all, the parking rates. $3 for 12 minutes! How was I meant to get my Eggslut on in that short of a timeframe?!
I had a mini heart attack from driving around downtown on our first day and seeing the parking lot rates – each seemed to be worse than the last. That was, until I had realised that it was actually Sunday and rates were capped at $5 for daily parking on the weekend.
Ok. So despite how bad I had must’ve made L.A. out to sound from my first few impressions there, the rest of our time was actually pretty chill. The people were friendly (well most of them anyways) and hard-working (thank you to the lady at the post office on Beverly Bvld – seriously the best customer service I have ever received from a postal worker!), and the weather was spectacular (hello dry heat that I could actually tolerate!).
And the best thing about visiting L.A. in my opinion? The food there. Yes, In-N-Out is just as good as they say it is. 24-hour donut stores? YES PLEASE. And holy crap, the endless amount of Korean BBQ places in K-town. Where do you even begin?!
Other highlights worth mentioning involved me meeting up and hanging out with a dear friend from Instagram, checking out a completely white-washed motel by a French artist, and driving all the way down towards the Compton area for the most amazing looking burrito – which ended with us meeting the store owner and scoring free food in the process! 😳
All of this and more to come in future L.A. diaries so be sure to stay tuned! x
Photography by myself and Alver T.