It took me quite a while to write the report of my last (and First) US trip.
One month later, I've finally absorbed all the madness that took place in those mad 10 days and I'm finally ready to write something about it.
Just one word of advice: if on Sunday morning you're going to run a marathon (a proper one, 42,195 km - 26 miles), DON'T even think about spending Friday night and Saturday in Las Vegas gambling, drinking and trashing yourself. IT IS NOT GOOD. Especially if the marathon is in Los Angeles, with 95° degrees…

Day 5 - Los Angeles

Los Angeles is not a proper city. A city is something that you can drive from north to south or east to west in few hours, if the traffic is bad. You need probably half a day to drive from north to south or east to west in Los Angeles. If the traffic isn't that bad. When you're flying to the airport, for at least 45 minutes you'll be able to see the city from your small tiny window. And I mean cars, houses, traffic lights, skyscrapers, not the countryside you see when flying to London.
Ok, it's big. And it's full of sushi and Mexican restaurants in the same way London is full of Indian and Italian restaurants. Must be something to do with the culture. Not sure, though.

Anyway, we split in the afternoon, and while the guys went on some nice sightseeing in the Downtown, I tried to contact the Italian Embassy cause, after all, I was still exploring the United States of America without my damn passport.  The Italian embassy was just a waste of time, and I was regretting once more to have forgotten my other passport (the Polish one) in London.

I did some sightseeing  (Downtown, Staples Center, the usual stuff) myself trying to get back to my hotel from Santa Monica. On my map, it looked easy. I soon realized that calculating distances on a London Map is indeed different that calculating distances on a Los Angeles Map. So, after 4 hours of walking around, I phoned my mates and the White Cadillac picked me up one hour after.
In the evening, another split. While my mates met another Johnny's friend and went out for a drink or two (or probably 10, you know, cheeky drinks), I met Tara, an Australian girl working in Los Angeles as an assistant film producer (I think). She worked on Peter Pan, recently. How did I know her? I didn't. But some nice girls I know from the kickboxing club (Tracy and Kirsty, hello girls!) did know her, and gave me her phone number.
I spent a nice night with her, even if she was tired after work and I was tired after spending the whole day walking in the city.  We ate sushi in a nice Sushi Restaurant and she drove me around Beverly Hills, Hollywood, Mulholland drive etc.. While driving back from the top of the hill, she almost killed a deer staying in the middle of the road. A deer. In Hollywood. Weird.
Then, after some drinks in some Hollywood bar full of wannabe actresses meeting fake producers for some real love, she drove me back. And another day was over.

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