Not good: LAX, Hollywood... pretty much the whole introduction to my American adventure. After staying in possibly the dodgiest backpackers in California (right on Hollywood blvd/my version of hell) I got out of that town as quick as I could.
I was lucky to find a ride-share (hitch-hiking... via the internet! - http://portland.craigslist.org/rid/) with some lovely folk musicians from LA. We traveled the fastest and ugliest route to San Francisco:
9 hours of flat, straight nothingness, 1 hour of complete traffic jam lameness. But at least the boys were Great impressionists.
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