LA ---> New York. Start Spreading The News. And the poverty my budget is now in.

* small note: I apologise in advance for how this is written. I was delirious .

The last few days of LA we spent mostly on Melrose Ave, which was like Crown Street on steroids. The street was covered in graffiti art which was mostly of Obama in various superhero scenarios. The shops were amazing and i had to use alot of self control not to spend all my money on clothes and other crap that would not fit into my backpack.
We crashed in a hostel and saw Australia at the Arc Light Cinema's which im now in love with. It was really weird seeing that film in America, and embarrassing when Hugh Jackman said "crikey" and grinned like he was in a Colgate commerical. Everyone in the cinema seemed to like it though. People even started clapping at the end. Because they're American.
Tully came down with a raging fever that nigh - I think she had one too many cheesburgers and wasn't used to doing anything more physical than leaving her bed and walking to either the bathroom, kitchen or her car. We had no pain killers on us so I had to do a deal with the asian woman running the place downstairs and ibuprofen was delivered to our door at 11:30pm.

I promised Tull I'd accompany her on a Celebrity Tour so on our last day I found myself in a limo (necessary of course) with a bunch of people and the most innapropriate, loud and insane driver i'd had so far. I say 'so far' because that very night we had an asian guy who burst into opera singing and didn't stop even when he heard us snorting with laughter in the back seats. In fact he said "you think i'm funny!" and continued louder.
So our tour kicked off with a few jokes from the driver about diarrhea and swiss women and seeing the church from Sister Act. An empty bottle of champagne rattled around with every corner under an A4 sign that said "TIPPING: $10 - GOOD TOUR, $15 - EXCELLENT TOUR, $20 - LET'S GO AGAIN!".
Get. Fucked.
I certainly did not have any desire to go again. Although i did enjoy seeing Leonardo Dicaprio's house and imaging that i could fulfill my 12yr old dream of sitting out the front and happening to run into him. That didn't happen but i still had to tip the driver $10.
That night we packed like maniacs, and ordered a cab for 5am.

Checking myself in for United Airlines involved a lot of touch screen computers, three employees and about 200 passengers. It was also 6am, freezing and I had my small dead horse strapped to my back. I was supposed to scan my passport and ended up shoving it in the hole where your tickets come out, and it disappeared. Goodbye life.
It took me a second to realise what I'd done before I panicked like never before and a man had to call for assistance, loudly, in front of the entire line - in his american accent "THIS LADY HAS JAMMED HER PASSPORT IN THE TICKET SLOT".
Thankyou kind sir.

Next I was pulled aside for a random search and as a lady slapped her rubber gloves on I pondered on how my day could get any better.
I received my answer when my bankrupt airline couldn't serve any food, and again, I was put in the middle of two people. Just as a side note my large knee caps do not fit in economy sized spaces.

Flying into New York however was very fucking exciting. It was dark so I saw the Brooklyn Bridge and Statue of Liberty all lit up and seriously could not stop grinning. We stumbled out of the airport into arctic temperatures, wearing all the warm clothes we own, giving us the appearance of two fat snowmen.
After a bus ride that was heated to 50 degrees, we were dropped at Grand Central Terminal and attempted (and failed) our first subway experience. People were laughing at us and not in the nice way. I had no fucking idea where to go, so we took a stab and ended up on a train heading for the bronx. As a general rule, most people there aren't so friendly so we got off and cabbed it to Sabrina's house, literally throwing our bags in the gutter and collapsing ontop of them.
Sab took us to dinner that night and for a wander through Times Square - which is insane and makes your head feel like it's going to burst - before going home and crashing.