Flying in from great airports like Japan’s Narita, or
Seoul’s Incheon, Tom Bradley International Airport in Los Angeles is a huge let
down when you think of modern America. Throughout an eight year period of crisscrossing the Pacific ocean, TBIA or the
airport sexier symbol “LAX,” seems to always
have an area cordoned off for renovations with endless repairs, looking
decidedly shabby and generally an overall disappointment when LA is your first
port of call into America.
Navigating around Los Angeles is mind bogglingly chaotic. It becomes intimidating seen from this vantage point. Make a wrong turn and woe-is-me. So always go with Garmin Nav units that spouts out directions, in an English accent, Australian one, or the local SoCal accent. I prefer the SoCal accent, befits the surroundings, as Jeeves, the posh English one deserves directing me in Knightsbridge.
First impressions matter.
First impressions stay. But
before we put down and categorize the country on its front porch, a little
foray into the 3000sq miles of area, every nook and cranny should be explored.
Traversing the length and breadth of Los Angeles along its
eight lane freeways enough times, lost enough times, you learn not to be afraid
of the NO-GO zones like Compton, East LA.
You also learn that Beverley
Hills, the swank area covers only a few blocks, and living on Wiltshire
Boulevard doesn’t necessary mean you are in the high spots.
Marina Del Rey where I found myself residing generally
termed by the locals as FOB territory – those
(fresh of the boat). Real Los
Angelitos apparently live further up the hills. Marina Del Rey harbors pricey boats,
catamarans, fancy speedboats, expensive yachts with helicopter pads, alongside
cheap house boats, weekend sails and small fishing boats. It draws the very rich debonair to the exotic
style of living.
This is where I met Richard on my walks through the
Marinas. He was lounging on the deck of
his yacht, sipping from a red mug of steaming coffee. Moored to the east side the yacht will get
the sun in the afternoon. As this was
early morning, it was shaded and chilly. Yelling as I walked passed his yacht “Dandeana” “would you like some coffee?” A little flirty I thought, but turned around
anyway, and was surprised at this Robert
Redford lookalike, oops this is LA, lala land as they call it, it could very
well be Robert Redford. As the retina
focused a bit more clearly, it was an even better looking RR and less wrinkly.
Do I stop or do I go?
Tempting but the RR lookalike needs to wait a bit. If he remains on deck on my way back from
Venice beach then I might take up the offer.
If you remember the Cantina scene
in the 1977 Star Wars film where all sorts of creatures imbibing concoctions of
smoky liquid, well Venice boardwalk is not unlike that scene.
Time warped, I could have been transported into the 1960’s hippie love & peace mood but its actually 2014 – the shorts, the tattoes, the skate board, but most of all the perverse sweet smell of marijuana wafting through as you walk along ingesting the sites and sounds.
Time warped, I could have been transported into the 1960’s hippie love & peace mood but its actually 2014 – the shorts, the tattoes, the skate board, but most of all the perverse sweet smell of marijuana wafting through as you walk along ingesting the sites and sounds.
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Bearded men, clowns, bag lady, hunky Baywatch
life guards, hippies selling cheap bracelets, psychics, and many more walk
alongside me basking in the sweet smelling weed drew me into the pharmacy with
the sign saying “Doctor In house.” Life
on Venice requires a puff to be in tune with the ambience, so I must learn to be part of the scene.
A twenty minute turn around and everything was visually
enhancing, the weird people didn't look too weird, the grapefruit juice was just amazing, my hearing heightened, my legs didn't feel
like legs, so I could have walked the 14 miles all the way to Malibu beach, or
so I thought….
The afternoon floated into evening and it seemed sensible to walk home before the
sun sets. Hungrier than I thought, the
waft of garlic and tomatoes emanating opposite Cows End was C & O Trattoria
made me cross the street, checked my wallet for credit card and walked in. The restaurant was rocking and luckily
there was a free table. This place is every pasta addicts dream.
Venice broadwalk in the sunset |
C & O Trattoria on Washington |
Its carb, upon carb, upon carb….overhearing some loud American diner speak, “My answer is I will run 10 miles and do ab-ripper 90 reps afterwards if it means getting to eat an unlimited amount of juicy, delicious, garlic knots and eat a huge variety of pasta,” justifying the large instake with his friend.
Familiar tone of voice, I turned around and it was my RR
lookalike sitting with a younger hunk – he remembered, “hey its you from this
morning – join us please.”
I did. Traded in
coffee for a couple of glasses of Merlot. Somewhere in this picture is me with a plate of pasta.
A Malibu hideaway along
the Pacific Coast Highway, belonging to a Director held a lunch party for a small gathering. BBQ and buckets of Champagne filled with
interesting people and their anecdotes. This feeling can only be described as “pinch myself – I am here amongst the Hollywood
set.”
There were lawyers, directors, producers plus a bunch of newly formed Cali friends. The conversation was heated on Obamacare and Scorsese's latest movie.
The prunes with bacon, the olive tapanard, the artichoke dip, was divine with iced cold bucket of Moet's finest. I did not want to be anywhere else in the world.
You can’t have been to LA if you haven’t surfed the beaches
of the “Bu” or partied in one of the
beautiful homes in Malibu.
The affluent beach city of Los Angeles, is a 21 mile strip of prime Pacific coastline, famous for it is home to many Hollywood movie stars and those in the entertainment world.
The affluent beach city of Los Angeles, is a 21 mile strip of prime Pacific coastline, famous for it is home to many Hollywood movie stars and those in the entertainment world.
There were lawyers, directors, producers plus a bunch of newly formed Cali friends. The conversation was heated on Obamacare and Scorsese's latest movie.
The prunes with bacon, the olive tapanard, the artichoke dip, was divine with iced cold bucket of Moet's finest. I did not want to be anywhere else in the world.
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