Arriving In Los Angeles

Traveling from Australia to the USA is always a very long day experience. Our flight was uneventful and 40 minutes shorter than usual because of a tail wind. We were entertained by an Indian family in the row in front of us. Two small children, mum and dad, grandma and grandpa and uncles and aunts. I dozed most of the way but Mike never sleeps as well as me and has legs that are so long they jam into the back of the seat in front - most uncomfortable. 

But we made it and got through the queues, the paperwork, the fingerprinting and photography. This American database is going to be so bloated it will explode one of these days. Hmm I suppose there will be a whole new criminal industry of fingerprint transplants - who knows?

Emily was there to meet us and we headed off home. You have to work to see beauty in this flat often run down looking city but the street where Emily and Seth rent contains an eclectic display of old and new houses with colourful rendered walls, small cared for lawns and gardens and some startling renovations.

Em and Seth's tiny  four roomed duplex is light and airy. They live in the bit on the right hand side and share the garden and front courtyard with their neighbours.  Suits them perfectly but doesn't have room for visitors so we headed off to Silverlake where Emily had negotiated some accommodation in one of the oldest parts of Los Angeles.