I’m not a fan of Los Angeles.
I don’t hate it, but compared to all the other places I’ve seen in America it just doesn’t stack up.
Truthfully I’ve only been for a day and a half, so I will update this post when I’ve seen more of the place. But what I did see just wasn’t great. We went to the Hollywood sign, and took the obligatory pictures under it, went out clubbing and did the Walk of Fame the next day.
The Walk of Fame was fun, and I liked taking pictures with the stars, but it was horrible walking down the street with my friends. We all have different accents so we were targeted by people trying to get us to sign up for the numerous tours. It annoyed me that these people wouldn’t take no for an answer though, and I got irritated when they wouldn’t leave us alone.
Walking down Hollywood Boulevard was interesting, and there was lots to see: wannabe-rappers trying to get us to listen to their music, tourists from all over the world, Americans dressed up as Spongebob and Captain Jack Sparrow for pictures, and tour operators everywhere trying to convince us to take a tour of the stars houses.
I think if I had come to LA when I first arrived in America I would have liked it more. After everything I’ve seen here though, LA left me underwhelmed. I also had pretty high expectations, after everyone raving on about how great LA is, so next time I’ll try not to get too excited about a place before I see it myself.
We went to LA to celebrate my 23rd birthday, and it was good to see something different and explore a new city, but if we go back I’d like to leave on a Friday night instead of Saturday afternoon so we could have the whole weekend. Maybe LA is one of those cities that will grow on me.
We had taken a car which was lucky because the public transport system is pretty much non-existent. By the time we left San Diego it was peak time for traffic so instead of taking two hours to get there it took us almost four. We stayed at a cheap motel with two queen sized beds and five girls, so only had to pay $20 for accommodation and we split the gas.
The city is pretty dirty and polluted, and there’s a lot of trash on the streets. The people seemed to be kind of fake, and only interested in talking to us if they thought we’d give them some money, which from poor Au Pairs, is a laughable idea. I also noted that everyone seems to be obsessed with staying young in LA although this is something I’ve also noticed about America in general.
One of the best examples of the kind of people I met in LA is a guy I was dancing with while we were clubbing. He asked me what we were doing in LA that weekend and I replied that we were celebrating my 23rd birthday.
“Don’t worry,” he assured me, “You look about nineteen.”
Um…thanks mate, but I wasn’t worried.
What does worry me though, is how many kiwis come to the states, have a few days in LA, Las Vegas and maybe San Francisco, and then say they’ve seen America. The best thing about the states for me, is how different every state is. Some states actually feel like different countries when compared to each other, and people who only visit a few cities on the west coast are definitely missing out.