USA Day 3 - Venice Beach

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The ten hour flight from Toyko to LA flashed by before our eyes. None of us were tired, so we decided to have a little party on the plane. Considering one of the staff commented, “I’m an air attendant, not a bar waitress”, we think we did a pretty good job of it.

We didn’t get a very good impression of LA airport, the 90 minutes through customs was not needed after a night of working the air attendants off their feet. The airport staff believed they were auditioning for COPS. Jon even received a “move on sir” for standing in the one spot for too long.

Venice Beach features a bustling, palm tree lined boardwalk, and is full of the craziest collection of weirdos you will ever come across. We saw one guy having a good old chat with a rubbish bin, chaka zulu wannabes complete with tats and blow pipe, budding hommy-gees trying to sell their latest CD (autographed of course) and dogs wearing sunglasses, just to mention a few. Keanan chickened out of doing an underwear walk because he was a little “fragile” from the night before, so he owes the group something later. Oh yeah, there was also a guy passed out on his bike outside our hotel.