We celebrated our first night in LA in style by going up in the world and having a drink on the roof of our hotel. Don’t worry it was perfectly safe and legal. We hadn’t just shimmied up the drain-pipe with an assortment of bottles and cans. No, the hotel has its own rooftop bar. It is stunning up there. There is a metallic walk way to a square bar with an atrium ceiling in the middle. There are lights all the way around and cosy corners with sofas. Luke and I got our liquor and our very own sheep skin like blankets and enjoyed the view. It was very pretty to see lots of lights in the sky, which I thought were chinese lanterns untill Luke informed me they were lots of planes. I’m glad we had the blankets as it is definitely not as warm as Indiana due to the sea breeze. I loved it! The last time I was given a blanket in a bar was in Budapest. I had tried to ask a bouncer at a local club in my university town but he asked me, in his thick Geordie accent, “where do you think you are love? were in Newcastle!”. Fair point, I thought, as most people in Newcastle strive to wear less not cover up with a blanket. We were then woken up by a screaming noise. It turns out the hotel has a quirky fire alarm too. Not just quirky, very annoying. Luckily we didn’t have to evacuate. Well we didn’t, as soon as it went off we went back to sleep so I hope there wasn’t a fire!
We got up early and I made the bed, which Luke always laughs at because we have room service. We the headed out. So, what activity did I think was a very good idea for our first full day in LA? Why, a thirty-two mile bike ride of course. It was meant to be a surprise for Luke but unfortunately I am not very good with surprises and I needed help with getting us there. Directions have never been, and will probably never be, my forte. We then had to work out LA buses. This meant a getting off one bus to go and find the exact change and the other bus we got on we broke his ticket machine so we ended up with a paper stamp ticket. Oh well, we got there in the end, aided by a bag of skittles, and I also learnt, from the tv on the bus, that the shortest complete sentence in the English language is “I am”. Learn something new everyday!
The bus trip also gave us time to prepare for the six-hour bike ride. However I did lessen the shock to the system with a proper brunch. Well the tour guides did advise us to have a ‘guilt-free’ brekkie and my word, we did exactly that. I took Luke to Toast, a well-known bakery in LA and we grabbed a table outside.
After our power stop we descended on the Venice Canals and we walked our bikes through the various passage ways.
It was a brilliant way to see LA as you got to see so much more than you would on a bus tour. Bikes can go down various nooks and crannies of a city that a bus just can’t do. I did think to myself, as we were riding on what appeared to look a lot like a freeway, I just hope my Dad won’t be mad. I hope he is not reading this as I was never allowed to ride on a real road because I never took my cycle proficiency test. But Dad, if you are reading this then, after riding through the various centres of one of America’s largest city and amongst some very big cars today, I think I am now very well equipped to ride anywhere. Maybe not if Mum is driving though. Then no one is safe on the roads.
We treated ourselves to a frozen yogurt, what else, afterwards. Yoghurt Stop had even more selection than Youglatte but it was a bit more pretentious. However, the server was nice, if not a bit intimidating but it worked as I finally got my pot to below five dollars! I was pleased but I did have a few indulgent toppings of Reece’s pieces and Red Velvet Sponge. It had to be done.