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Musings on LA - OT
As I make the arrangements for our Alaska cruise I am reminded of our
first trip overseas and in particular our stay in LA. We stayed at Santa Monica on the way home from that trip as I wanted to attend a writers' conference held there. I have never forgotten our trip to downtown LA by bus. From memory, we caught a bus that said Sunset Boulevard on the front. Then our troubles began. The bus driver hated us on sight. We didn't have the right change and he slapped his hand on a box by his seat and snarled at us. We couldn't understand what he said and desperately shuffled through handfuls of alien coins trying to please him. I guess we looked a bit odd. We hadn't learned to dress like the locals (something a traveller should always do when he/she goes away) I think I was wearing a sun-frock, unheard of in those days in LA and John a sports jacket. We also spoke with a funny accent and people sometimes had trouble understanding us (and we them). The bus seemed to be travelling all day, people got on and off every two minutes and we slowly began to realise the length of Sunset Boulevarde. What seemed like hours later we thought we might be in downtown LA so got off. Big mistake. We didn't have a clue where we were and badly wanted to use a toilet. We wandered along, being eyed by a lot of seedy characters and found a garage with a toilet attached. It was locked, tighter than a tomb. We found the owner, a Mexican man and asked if we could use it. He smiled at us and said in impeccable upper class English. "I am so sorry, I do not speak English". We got on another bus and travelled on, we knew not where. Got off again and finally decided that Americans did not have public toilets. We finally found a bar - whew!!! We got a taxi back to Santa Monica. When we left LA we got a taxi to the International airport. A downy-faced youth appeared in a car that looked as if it had been used in the Demolition Derby. He would never have got a Warrant of Fitness in New Zealand. He put our cases in the boot (trunk in the US) and I noticed that there was no handle on the boot. "I hope you can get that open again" I murmured uneasily. He patted me on the shoulder soothingly. At the airport the boot wouldn't open even with the bit of wire he kept for a key. Half an hour passed, three quarters of an hour, we were getting nervous, were we going to miss the plane. Finally he kicked the thing in frustration and presto!! This will be our fourth trip to the US. Except for the surly bus driver people there were unfailingly polite and nice to us when we stumbled around wanting advice and directions. We will be in LA on the 28th, 29th, 30th and 31st of August and staying in Burbank with my cousin. Later I will post her addy and phone number if anyone wants to get in touch with us, or visit. Bev - I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic. |
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"Bev" wrote I guess we looked a bit odd. We hadn't learned to dress like the locals (something a traveller should always do when he/she goes away) I think I was wearing a sun-frock, unheard of in those days in LA and John a sports jacket. We also spoke with a funny accent and people sometimes had trouble understanding us (and we them). That's quite an American idea - and part of the mentality that has middle aged and elderly Americans turning up in Scotland in five different tartans at once, with a long beige mac over the top, in the mistaken belief that this is how the *locals* dress. Try to dress like a "local" based on the knowledge you glean from abroad (especially movies from Hollywood g) and you *will* stand out here! No, our men don't wear kilts every day, and our women are as likely to be dressed in the latest from Paris or Milan as any NYCer (and certainly NOT dressed in homespun and shawls g) I had one friend visit me from Southern California. A woman in her late 60s. She was dressed sensibly for travelling (which she was doing a LOT of on that trip) with black "jean" pants and sweaters (with thermals underneath - it was March and she was *frozen* in the Scots spring g). As I showed her around town she suddenly froze, gazing at all the other women of her age group on the bus and was horrified to realise that not a single one of them was wearing jeans, and in fact very few were wearing trousers. "But I wanted to fit in! I bought black ones so they didn't look so much like American jeans," she protested "they'll know I'm a foreigner" (as a matter of fact, the younger women were all wearing jeans, but women in their 60s prefer to dress in the style they grew up with - in this case, smart little skirt suits) "They'll know that the minute you open your mouth to speak, or fumble with unfamiliar money," I told her, "and if these women were on vacation, they too would be wearing...... well, slacks at any rate, if not necessarily jeans. (although your typical Scot on vacation goes somewhere warm - by our standards - and doesn't want to wear anything heavier than a sundress, or bikini cover up!) -- Jette Goldie Apache and Dakota http://www.jette.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/kitties.html |
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On Thu, 01 Apr 2004 08:11:37 +1200, Bev yodeled:
We got on another bus and travelled on, we knew not where. Got off again and finally decided that Americans did not have public toilets. We finally found a bar - whew!!! We got a taxi back to Santa Monica. It's true-- Americans DON'T have public toilets. It's a major weakness in American urban planning. But in LA, they don't expect anyone to ever get out of their cars. Theresa alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/ Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful. (Aldous Huxley) |
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"Jette Goldie" wrote in message
... "Bev" wrote I guess we looked a bit odd. We hadn't learned to dress like the locals (something a traveller should always do when he/she goes away) I think I was wearing a sun-frock, unheard of in those days in LA and John a sports jacket. We also spoke with a funny accent and people sometimes had trouble understanding us (and we them). That's quite an American idea - and part of the mentality that has middle aged and elderly Americans turning up in Scotland in five different tartans at once, with a long beige mac over the top, in the mistaken belief that this is how the *locals* dress. Try to dress like a "local" based on the knowledge you glean from abroad (especially movies from Hollywood g) and you *will* stand out here! No, our men don't wear kilts every day, and our women are as likely to be dressed in the latest from Paris or Milan as any NYCer (and certainly NOT dressed in homespun and shawls g) I had one friend visit me from Southern California. A woman in her late 60s. She was dressed sensibly for travelling (which she was doing a LOT of on that trip) with black "jean" pants and sweaters (with thermals underneath - it was March and she was *frozen* in the Scots spring g). As I showed her around town she suddenly froze, gazing at all the other women of her age group on the bus and was horrified to realise that not a single one of them was wearing jeans, and in fact very few were wearing trousers. "But I wanted to fit in! I bought black ones so they didn't look so much like American jeans," she protested "they'll know I'm a foreigner" (as a matter of fact, the younger women were all wearing jeans, but women in their 60s prefer to dress in the style they grew up with - in this case, smart little skirt suits) "They'll know that the minute you open your mouth to speak, or fumble with unfamiliar money," I told her, "and if these women were on vacation, they too would be wearing...... well, slacks at any rate, if not necessarily jeans. (although your typical Scot on vacation goes somewhere warm - by our standards - and doesn't want to wear anything heavier than a sundress, or bikini cover up!) -- Jette Goldie Apache and Dakota http://www.jette.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/kitties.html Actually, it's hard to look out of place in Los Angeles, no matter what you wear. Remember, it's very close to Hollywood. ;-) My suggestion is to wear something comfortable. In August, that almost definitely means something cool. It's true, we don't see many sundresses here, but many people wear shorts (including quite a few who shouldn't G), and jeans, slacks, and light dresses are all commonplace. I wear jeans most of the time, and slacks almost always to dress up. Some women always wear dresses. BTW, if you're leaving or going to the airport, a shuttle is much cheaper than a taxi. It may take a little longer to get you there, which could be important, but if you aren't in a hurry, it can save you some money. Joy |
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Back in 1997 I spent a week with my brother in Sacramento, CA, and then a
week with a friend in LA. My friend lived 1 block south of Sunset (she actually lived on Holloway at the time). I strolled up & down several times that week, always crossing at a light (few & far between at that point), and one time decided to cross over & head back to her place in between those rare lights. There was a cross walk there (I might add that this was at the bottom of a huge hill), so I decided to wait for a break in traffic to cross. A gentleman joined me in the wait (though we didn't speak), and after a couple of minutes, ALL FOUR LANES (2 lanes in either direction) OF TRAFFIC ****STOPPED**** to let ****2**** people cross the street!!!!! I was flabbergasted/stunned/shocked!!!! Here in Bloomington (with the Indiana University campus nearby) even if you cross at a cross-walk, stop light or stop sign or not, you're risking it!!!! Also, when I arrived in LA, I took a cab to meet my friend in the office building where she worked (it was staffed by MGM employees at the time, but was not near the studios - I think it was mostly accountants, lawyers & advertising), the cabbie (besides barely speaking English) 1) gave me too much change and 2) carried my luggage half way around the building to the entrance. When I got inside the building, I was getting ready to take said luggage onto the elevators to go to the 14th floor, someone else, a nice guy, grabbed my suitcase & DID NOT try to run of with it but actually HELPED me on & off the elevator (even though he was going to a different floor), and I didn't even ask!!!! A total stranger!!! Not ALL people in LA are creeps, gangsters or thugs. -- The ONE and ONLY lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)© http://www.geocities.com/the_magic_mood_jeep/ http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep "Bev" wrote in message ... As I make the arrangements for our Alaska cruise I am reminded of our first trip overseas and in particular our stay in LA. We stayed at Santa Monica on the way home from that trip as I wanted to attend a writers' conference held there. I have never forgotten our trip to downtown LA by bus. From memory, we caught a bus that said Sunset Boulevard on the front. Then our troubles began. The bus driver hated us on sight. We didn't have the right change and he slapped his hand on a box by his seat and snarled at us. We couldn't understand what he said and desperately shuffled through handfuls of alien coins trying to please him. I guess we looked a bit odd. We hadn't learned to dress like the locals (something a traveller should always do when he/she goes away) I think I was wearing a sun-frock, unheard of in those days in LA and John a sports jacket. We also spoke with a funny accent and people sometimes had trouble understanding us (and we them). The bus seemed to be travelling all day, people got on and off every two minutes and we slowly began to realise the length of Sunset Boulevarde. What seemed like hours later we thought we might be in downtown LA so got off. Big mistake. We didn't have a clue where we were and badly wanted to use a toilet. We wandered along, being eyed by a lot of seedy characters and found a garage with a toilet attached. It was locked, tighter than a tomb. We found the owner, a Mexican man and asked if we could use it. He smiled at us and said in impeccable upper class English. "I am so sorry, I do not speak English". We got on another bus and travelled on, we knew not where. Got off again and finally decided that Americans did not have public toilets. We finally found a bar - whew!!! We got a taxi back to Santa Monica. When we left LA we got a taxi to the International airport. A downy-faced youth appeared in a car that looked as if it had been used in the Demolition Derby. He would never have got a Warrant of Fitness in New Zealand. He put our cases in the boot (trunk in the US) and I noticed that there was no handle on the boot. "I hope you can get that open again" I murmured uneasily. He patted me on the shoulder soothingly. At the airport the boot wouldn't open even with the bit of wire he kept for a key. Half an hour passed, three quarters of an hour, we were getting nervous, were we going to miss the plane. Finally he kicked the thing in frustration and presto!! This will be our fourth trip to the US. Except for the surly bus driver people there were unfailingly polite and nice to us when we stumbled around wanting advice and directions. We will be in LA on the 28th, 29th, 30th and 31st of August and staying in Burbank with my cousin. Later I will post her addy and phone number if anyone wants to get in touch with us, or visit. Bev - I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic. |
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Jette Goldie wrote:
"Bev" wrote I guess we looked a bit odd. We hadn't learned to dress like the locals (something a traveller should always do when he/she goes away) I think I was wearing a sun-frock, unheard of in those days in LA and John a sports jacket. We also spoke with a funny accent and people sometimes had trouble understanding us (and we them). That's quite an American idea - and part of the mentality that has middle aged and elderly Americans turning up in Scotland in five different tartans at once, with a long beige mac over the top, in the mistaken belief that this is how the *locals* dress. Try to dress like a "local" based on the knowledge you glean from abroad (especially movies from Hollywood g) and you *will* stand out here! No, our men don't wear kilts every day, and our women are as likely to be dressed in the latest from Paris or Milan as any NYCer (and certainly NOT dressed in homespun and shawls g) I had one friend visit me from Southern California. A woman in her late 60s. She was dressed sensibly for travelling (which she was doing a LOT of on that trip) with black "jean" pants and sweaters (with thermals underneath - it was March and she was *frozen* in the Scots spring g). As I showed her around town she suddenly froze, gazing at all the other women of her age group on the bus and was horrified to realise that not a single one of them was wearing jeans, and in fact very few were wearing trousers. "But I wanted to fit in! I bought black ones so they didn't look so much like American jeans," she protested "they'll know I'm a foreigner" (as a matter of fact, the younger women were all wearing jeans, but women in their 60s prefer to dress in the style they grew up with - in this case, smart little skirt suits) "They'll know that the minute you open your mouth to speak, or fumble with unfamiliar money," I told her, "and if these women were on vacation, they too would be wearing...... well, slacks at any rate, if not necessarily jeans. (although your typical Scot on vacation goes somewhere warm - by our standards - and doesn't want to wear anything heavier than a sundress, or bikini cover up!) -- Jette Goldie Apache and Dakota http://www.jette.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/kitties.html We never try to dress in the garb of a particular country i.e. kilts in Scotland. Simplicity and comfort is the thing and lightweight clothing. I usually wear slacks, light washable tops, take no jewellery and few shoes. When newly married American cousins visited us here (they live in Colorado) I couldn't believe the stuff they bought with them. They had huge boots for tramping, complete outfits for going to church and heaps and heaps of clothes. They even had an iron and a huge bible that they took to church - they admitted later that they took far too much. I think a first trip away is always an experiment and we are much wiser now. Bev -- I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic. |
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"Magic Mood Jeep©" wrote:
Back in 1997 I spent a week with my brother in Sacramento, CA, and then a week with a friend in LA. My friend lived 1 block south of Sunset (she actually lived on Holloway at the time). I strolled up & down several times that week, always crossing at a light (few & far between at that point), and one time decided to cross over & head back to her place in between those rare lights. There was a cross walk there (I might add that this was at the bottom of a huge hill), so I decided to wait for a break in traffic to cross. A gentleman joined me in the wait (though we didn't speak), and after a couple of minutes, ALL FOUR LANES (2 lanes in either direction) OF TRAFFIC ****STOPPED**** to let ****2**** people cross the street!!!!! I was flabbergasted/stunned/shocked!!!! Here in Bloomington (with the Indiana University campus nearby) even if you cross at a cross-walk, stop light or stop sign or not, you're risking it!!!! Also, when I arrived in LA, I took a cab to meet my friend in the office building where she worked (it was staffed by MGM employees at the time, but was not near the studios - I think it was mostly accountants, lawyers & advertising), the cabbie (besides barely speaking English) 1) gave me too much change and 2) carried my luggage half way around the building to the entrance. When I got inside the building, I was getting ready to take said luggage onto the elevators to go to the 14th floor, someone else, a nice guy, grabbed my suitcase & DID NOT try to run of with it but actually HELPED me on & off the elevator (even though he was going to a different floor), and I didn't even ask!!!! A total stranger!!! Not ALL people in LA are creeps, gangsters or thugs. -- The ONE and ONLY lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)© http://www.geocities.com/the_magic_mood_jeep/ http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep "Bev" wrote in message ... As I make the arrangements for our Alaska cruise I am reminded of our first trip overseas and in particular our stay in LA. We stayed at Santa Monica on the way home from that trip as I wanted to attend a writers' conference held there. I have never forgotten our trip to downtown LA by bus. From memory, we caught a bus that said Sunset Boulevard on the front. Then our troubles began. The bus driver hated us on sight. We didn't have the right change and he slapped his hand on a box by his seat and snarled at us. We couldn't understand what he said and desperately shuffled through handfuls of alien coins trying to please him. I guess we looked a bit odd. We hadn't learned to dress like the locals (something a traveller should always do when he/she goes away) I think I was wearing a sun-frock, unheard of in those days in LA and John a sports jacket. We also spoke with a funny accent and people sometimes had trouble understanding us (and we them). The bus seemed to be travelling all day, people got on and off every two minutes and we slowly began to realise the length of Sunset Boulevarde. What seemed like hours later we thought we might be in downtown LA so got off. Big mistake. We didn't have a clue where we were and badly wanted to use a toilet. We wandered along, being eyed by a lot of seedy characters and found a garage with a toilet attached. It was locked, tighter than a tomb. We found the owner, a Mexican man and asked if we could use it. He smiled at us and said in impeccable upper class English. "I am so sorry, I do not speak English". We got on another bus and travelled on, we knew not where. Got off again and finally decided that Americans did not have public toilets. We finally found a bar - whew!!! We got a taxi back to Santa Monica. When we left LA we got a taxi to the International airport. A downy-faced youth appeared in a car that looked as if it had been used in the Demolition Derby. He would never have got a Warrant of Fitness in New Zealand. He put our cases in the boot (trunk in the US) and I noticed that there was no handle on the boot. "I hope you can get that open again" I murmured uneasily. He patted me on the shoulder soothingly. At the airport the boot wouldn't open even with the bit of wire he kept for a key. Half an hour passed, three quarters of an hour, we were getting nervous, were we going to miss the plane. Finally he kicked the thing in frustration and presto!! This will be our fourth trip to the US. Except for the surly bus driver people there were unfailingly polite and nice to us when we stumbled around wanting advice and directions. We will be in LA on the 28th, 29th, 30th and 31st of August and staying in Burbank with my cousin. Later I will post her addy and phone number if anyone wants to get in touch with us, or visit. Bev - I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic. It's interesting reading experiences people have in LA. BTW I only met one creep there, that bus driver who was probably having a bad hair day, lol. It's a vast, exciting city and I can't wait to get back Bev -- I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic. |
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Maybe that's why the floorboards always rust out quickly. Also explains
the smell. . .no, wait. That's in the UK. ;-) Kreisleriana wrote: It's true-- Americans DON'T have public toilets. It's a major weakness in American urban planning. But in LA, they don't expect anyone to ever get out of their cars. |
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Sounds like you missed out on my favorite amusement park ride. For some
perverse reason I like riding in Taxi's in strange cities. A beat up cab in San Francisco beats anything Disneyland has to offer. One of my best rides was from LAX to Universal Studios. I was in a hurry to get to a meeting, and the driver was quite obviously in a big hurry to get me there to collect the fare to pay the next installment on his habit. Jo (I actually have a good reason for liking Taxi's. When I was an infant my Mother was quite ill. My Dad drove a taxi in Washington DC at the time and worked more than one shift with me with him when he couldn't find anyone to watch me.) "Bev" wrote in message ... As I make the arrangements for our Alaska cruise I am reminded of our first trip overseas and in particular our stay in LA. We stayed at Santa Monica on the way home from that trip as I wanted to attend a writers' conference held there. I have never forgotten our trip to downtown LA by bus. From memory, we caught a bus that said Sunset Boulevard on the front. Then our troubles began. The bus driver hated us on sight. We didn't have the right change and he slapped his hand on a box by his seat and snarled at us. We couldn't understand what he said and desperately shuffled through handfuls of alien coins trying to please him. I guess we looked a bit odd. We hadn't learned to dress like the locals (something a traveller should always do when he/she goes away) I think I was wearing a sun-frock, unheard of in those days in LA and John a sports jacket. We also spoke with a funny accent and people sometimes had trouble understanding us (and we them). The bus seemed to be travelling all day, people got on and off every two minutes and we slowly began to realise the length of Sunset Boulevarde. What seemed like hours later we thought we might be in downtown LA so got off. Big mistake. We didn't have a clue where we were and badly wanted to use a toilet. We wandered along, being eyed by a lot of seedy characters and found a garage with a toilet attached. It was locked, tighter than a tomb. We found the owner, a Mexican man and asked if we could use it. He smiled at us and said in impeccable upper class English. "I am so sorry, I do not speak English". We got on another bus and travelled on, we knew not where. Got off again and finally decided that Americans did not have public toilets. We finally found a bar - whew!!! We got a taxi back to Santa Monica. When we left LA we got a taxi to the International airport. A downy-faced youth appeared in a car that looked as if it had been used in the Demolition Derby. He would never have got a Warrant of Fitness in New Zealand. He put our cases in the boot (trunk in the US) and I noticed that there was no handle on the boot. "I hope you can get that open again" I murmured uneasily. He patted me on the shoulder soothingly. At the airport the boot wouldn't open even with the bit of wire he kept for a key. Half an hour passed, three quarters of an hour, we were getting nervous, were we going to miss the plane. Finally he kicked the thing in frustration and presto!! This will be our fourth trip to the US. Except for the surly bus driver people there were unfailingly polite and nice to us when we stumbled around wanting advice and directions. We will be in LA on the 28th, 29th, 30th and 31st of August and staying in Burbank with my cousin. Later I will post her addy and phone number if anyone wants to get in touch with us, or visit. Bev - I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic. |
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On Wed, 31 Mar 2004 20:53:54 GMT, "Magic Mood Jeep©"
wrote: Back in 1997 I spent a week with my brother in Sacramento, CA, and then a week with a friend in LA. My friend lived 1 block south of Sunset (she actually lived on Holloway at the time). I strolled up & down several times that week, always crossing at a light (few & far between at that point), and one time decided to cross over & head back to her place in between those rare lights. There was a cross walk there (I might add that this was at the bottom of a huge hill), so I decided to wait for a break in traffic to cross. A gentleman joined me in the wait (though we didn't speak), and after a couple of minutes, ALL FOUR LANES (2 lanes in either direction) OF TRAFFIC ****STOPPED**** to let ****2**** people cross the street!!!!! I was flabbergasted/stunned/shocked!!!! Here in Bloomington (with the Indiana University campus nearby) even if you cross at a cross-walk, stop light or stop sign or not, you're risking it!!!! My grandparents lived in Lakewood (LA County). IIRC, they said it was a state law that you have to stop for pedestrians at a crosswalk, whether or not there's a stop sign or traffic signal there. Jeanne Hedge, as directed by Natasha http://www.jhedge.com |
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