walking the streets of L.A and fried fish at 1am in the morning

(sorry for the delay... you will understand in a moment)

28 hours later we land at LAX about 8pm on Saturday night and made it through scary U.S customs (Cory, Amanda you will be happy to know I didnt mention bombs this time) it went pretty smoothly.

We decided to try our luck with a train to San Diego that night rather than wait for the morning. While on our way to Union Station (big station like Spencer Street where all the interstate trains run, and by the way I will NEVER call it "Southern Cross Station") we had to catch 2 local trains to get there. I will emphasize that by this time it is about 10.30pm on a Saturday night in a lets say, not so "sunny" part of LA.

Anyway, totally blending in with our backpacks waiting for a train when asked the question " So where are you guys from?" So this conversation leads to the information that the trains to San Diego have finished and the only other way to San Diego or Tijuana overnight is to take a bus.
This was followed by at least 3 or 4 warnings not to as the greyhound bus terminal was in the shadiest part of town. So, we said goodbye and were on our way to the bus terminal. Thats right, we discussed it and decided if we were going to go down, we were going to go down in style, gangsta style.

So we come out from the train station (by this time about 11pm) and started walking to the bus stop that would take us to Greyhound. We started walking, and walking and even though we were passing bus stops, not that many people were lining up for buses.
Hmmm, I thought.
Finally about 30mins later we found about 20 people at one bus stop (I think the thinking was strength in numbers) anyway, we waited. And waited. Finally about 45mins later and one crack head beating averted , we were at the greyhound terminal.

So, we booked our tickets and we were on the 2.30am to Tijuana. So with 2 hours to kill we sat ate fried fish, peas and the worlds best banana cake (x 3 pieces)

Finally. By this stage we have been in transit for about 38hours and counting the seconds till we are on the bus.
(*note: Both redboy and I had previously discussed our lining up styles and agreed we were both waiters)

So, the line forms as the bus is outside the terminal. I casually look around and point out, that there seemed like quite a lot of peeps in a line for one bus, but redboy confirmed "Dude, we got our tickets, we have a seat." About 10mins later the bus departed and we were still standing in the terminal. Thats right people, about 75 tickets were sold for a bus that seats 50.

We were now on the 4.30am to Tijuana.

L
(and Taz that doesnt stand for Loser)


ps I will also point out I am constantly being ridiculed and mocked by redboy because of this blog. So please send me some blog lovin.