Los Angeles Airport to Santa Monica - 12.06.2012
U.S customs and border protection officers have a job to prevent the risk of terrorism, which means using intimidatingly persuasive interrogation tactics forcing you to reassess your life choices and convince yourself that you're a criminal. This coupled with delays meant I still haven't been able to try a Hot Chocolate from the infamous Tim Horton's.
When we got to LAX the paparazzi were on location and thought i was in One Direction. After a quick photo shoot we jumped in some Canadian chicks car and checked into our Hacienda.
Ralphs supermarket sold the biggest groceries i've ever seen.
Americans have fifteen different ways to cook an egg. We sat on the outskirts of Inglewood for a bewildering bit of breakfast. The waitress told us to walk no further.
Becoming the ethnic minority in a racially volatile neighbourhood.
Becoming the ethnic minority in a racially volatile neighbourhood.
We passed some sewage works and power plants before hitting El Segunda beach. Arizona Ice Tea is real cheap and tasty.
Flying to LA from England you hover in a weird atmospheric time zone limbo staying stationary in time from the point you leave to the point you arrive, ultimately arriving the same time you left. Its just a shame your body clock never gets the memo. So we woke up at 6am to start a 12 hour walk across the beaches of LA.
The bike riding health freaks were out in full force by around 10am. We'd been banished from the footpath by cyclists and joggers. I'm still not too sure what speed you have to be travelling at to use a footpath but we obviously weren't going fast enough.
Still in a regressive state of exuberance and dismissing the idea of tranquility we stopped to play a game of catch with a tennis ball we'd found in a sewage pipe.
The beaches have bays with bathroom facilities and power supplies set up to accomodate high end vagrants. The pictures above and below show the distinction between the efficient tin can militant campers to the more flamboyant travelling gypsies.
A winnebago would have been rad.
A winnebago would have been rad.
Baseball kids playing hookie.
We reached a small town populated by surfing adults with really nice teeth. Refreshments at this hour took the shape of one King Cobra 40 ounce malt liquor and a Klondike.
Theres huge urban raccoons in California.
Sofa's in the street seemed pretty common practice here. Americans take relaxation real serious.
Thugs on Venice Beach.
In American History X neo nazi's rose up to reclaim their turf (the courts) through an intensely heated game of basketball. The scene captures the violent nature of both cultures, demonstrating the murderous intent and racial hatred towards each other in a time of civil unrest.
I went to the same set of courts, saw guys shooting hoops, some chihuahua's towing colourful body builders around on roller skates and a bunch of stoners selling medical marijuana.
I went to the same set of courts, saw guys shooting hoops, some chihuahua's towing colourful body builders around on roller skates and a bunch of stoners selling medical marijuana.
After walking for ten hours we'd become socially inept, we certainly didn't belong on Venice Boardwalk.
For $20 a night you can stay in The Hacienda resort located at the centre of the the LA ghetto. Holiday season.
Rooftop fire escapes always have the best viewing platforms.
"Hey, You guys wanna snack!" - Hacienda wake up call. Mexican's really do rule the american working world.
The best cure for sunburn is four hours submerged in water, rum and humous.
Resentment. Tom's camera made him look more sophisticated than me.
No one ever reads the pool rules and diving is so much fun.
Mixed flavour slurpee's
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