The only reason I wanted to go to LA was for Disneyland.
As it turns out Disneyland is called Disneyland California not Disneyland Los Angeles, and California is actually a lot bigger than I could have imagined. But this stupid British no clue about US, can’t even name half the states girl didn’t realise that until more or less 4 days before her flight from Mexico to LA, by which point all park tickets (specifically for Disneyland and Universal Studios) had been purchased and a tentative itinerary had been set in my brain.
The lesson learned here is do your darn research before booking yourself into a £30 a night non-refundable hostel on Hollywood Boulevard.
Anyway, because it would take about the same amount of time to get from Hollywood to Anaheim (home of Disneyland, FYI) as it would from Wales to England, it made more sense to split my 4 days between the two – so 2 in LA (Hollywood, of course) and 2 in Anaheim, where there’s actually nothing to do except go to Disney, watch baseball and eat a bowl of pasta the size of Liechtenstein for only $11.95. Very American.
I’ve just realised that this is the 3rd 48 Hours in… post I’ve written in less than a month (the other 2 being Beijing and Kuala Lumpur). I do actually spend more than 2 days in places sometimes, I promise. I’m not just flying from city to city, leaving the airport then boarding the next flight. That would be silly. But yeah, 48 hours seems to be my thing recently. Maybe I’ll turn it into a mini blog series kind of doodah. Food for thought.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand:
48 Hours in LA.
Day 1 was mostly spent at Universal Studios and CityWalk – I’m not going to include too many photos of those in this post because I loved Universal Studios so much it definitely deserves its own post – and Day 2 was ‘walk aimlessly up and down Hollywood Boulevard and take one of those cheesy Hollywood homes tours’ day. As illustrated below ↓