Befolare I forget – impressions of Los Angeles, the good, the bad and the ugly.
We arrived late Thursday, the 16th and left on Monday morning, the 20th. Four days of any place is tedious, especially when you’re waiting to start a new life and having nothing but time to kill.
Friday morning, we dropped off the car at Matson to be shipped to Honolulu. Note to Matson – signage. Even when our gps has the address, it’s f*@&ing hard to find your “Aloha” port, which is encased inside a high fence. Thank you for the frustration.
L.A. good = the weather. You can’t beat 85 degree weather year round.
L.A. bad – the freeways. Eight lanes in each direction, mostly jammed with cars. It was not fun. Even on our tour along the Pacific Coast Highway, we encountered three lanes each way. Thankfully, we got off soon after Zuma Beach and toured the Santa Monica Mountains (ie canyon roads).
L.A. ugly- the homeless. I’ll admit, as a girl from the Midwest, I’ve been pretty sheltered from this phenomenon. Waiting at a stop light, we witnessed someone eating from a garbage bin. Not wolfing down the food, but meticulously peeling the toppings off pizza and pecking at the crust like a little bird. The teenagers sleeping on the sidewalk on Hollywood Blvd – sad. The one eyed, unwashed caveman living on the side of the road – creepy. To say the least, my eyes were opened.
L.A., you were a good place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live with you.
Cheryl, no longer on the road.by