Also known as the “Martini Enfield is back from holiday and had a great time in Los Angeles” thread.
It was my fiancee’s birthday at the end of March, and I’d been trying to come up with something nice for her- she has put up with me for the last six years, and we’re getting married in February, so what better present than a holiday?
The inital plan was to go somewhere reasonably close- NZ was out, as we’re both from NZ anyway so it’s not exactly exotic, Fiji had just experienced yet another Coup, and neither of us had any desire at all to visit Thailand, Bali, or any other one of the South Pacific’s noted backpacker haunts.
Perusing my Library of Travel Guides, Hong Kong was a definite possibility, especially since they built a Disneyland there not long ago. My Fiancee mentioned that despite living in the US for 7 years, she spend about four hours at Disneyland just before they came back to NZ when she was 16, but her Mum wouldn’t let them go on any of the rides for some screwed up combination of paranoia that someone might kidnap them (her mum suffers from paranoid delusions, as far as we can tell) and inconvenient flight scheduling which basically meant they couldn’t queue up for anything.
So, I’m looking at airfares and accommodation costs back in January, and realising that for not a hell of a lot more than I’m looking at to take two people to Hong Kong for 11 days, we can go to Los Angeles instead.
This presented a conundrum- it was affordable, but if I told my fiancee we were going to LA for her birthday, I’d cop 3 months of “Why did you spend all that money on me???” and “I don’t deserve that!”.
So, I told her we were going to Tasmania. Mum and Dad were in on it as well (for the same reasons, incidentally). I told her 48 hours before we were due to depart where we were actually going, much to her stunned amazement. I don’t think it had entirely sunk in until the flight was actually airborne that we really were going to the US.
To cut a long story down to manageable length, we spent the next 11 days at Disneyland and Disney’s California Adventure, managed to get in several days shopping in LA, dinner at Medieval Times one night, a day at Knott’s Berry Farm, and a trip to Tijuana in Mexico (cue Happy Mexican Music), and for my fiancee’s birthday, I managed to get reservations at the Blue Bayou restaurant in Disneyland- it’s built into the Pirates of the Caribbean ride, so you eat your dinner as people on the ride float past on their way to the Davy Jones’ Locker start of the ride.
We had a great time, all in all- and the trip to Mexico was especially enlightening. All I can say is I’m only surprised there aren’t more Mexicans trying to get into the US, given that Tijuana looks like… well, exactly like it does on TV and in the movies (right down to Federales in full combat gear riding through town in HumVee troop carriers and police officers with Assault Rifles riding around in the back of police utes). Good beer though, and it was quite an experience haggling with Mexican shopkeepers over the price of rugs and other overprice souvenirs (Why yes, the small Mariachi Guitar does look rather nice in my study, why do you ask? ). I was amazed to discover that Tijuana was not only huge (about the same size as Brisbane- I thought it was a largish town with maybe 20-40,000 people), but also right next to San Diego (I thought it was a couple of hours drive through empty desert, kind of like Barstow is).
I could easily spend an entire day in Wal-Mart, despite the fact it’s basically a Big W crossed with a Woolworths… I just couldn’t believe how cheap things were… jeans for $14, PC games for $50… crazy. Even places like Old Navy and Gap were surprisingly cheap for clothes, at least compared to Australia.
Eating out was interesting- I almost went mad from being unable to find green vegetables anywhere. And don’t you people put milk in your coffee? Honestly, I lost count of the number of times restaurant staff looked at me like I was from Mars when I asked for milk to go in my coffee instead of that “Non-dairy creamer” abomination that everyone there seemed so partial to. Funnily enough, the only place that I got milk with my coffee without asking was in Mexico.
I still maintain you guys drive on the wrong side of the road.
Cable TV is great- Adult Swim is brilliant, and I’ve now added “Mexican Telenovelas and other Random TV Shows” to my list of “Things I thoroughly enjoy that no-one else gets”.
Whose bright idea was it to sell Energy Drinks in Woodies? (A “Woody” is a 440ml can, named after the Woodstock Bourbon & Cola drink favoured by those on a budget here). Talk about being wired… if it wasn’t for those craptastic restrictions on liquids in carry on baggage, I would have bough a couple of dozen back with me.
Feel free to get rid of pennies anytime soon, guys.
Apparently there was some kind of National Cheerleading Championships in Anaheim while we were there, which was why the hotel was full of teenage cheerleaders. Whilst that may sound like a somewhat dodgy setup for a letter to Penthouse, the cheerleaders were all giggly, immature, and bloody annoying. 1am is not an appropriate time to be practicing your “GO COUGARS!” chant or whatever the hell it was your were doing. It’s also considered bad form to knock on the doors of other hotel guests at 6am, yelling “Angela, wake up, we’ve got to get ready for practice!”, especially when it’s already been made clear that there’s no-one called Angela in the room in question, and that not everyone in the hotel is a cheerleader or chaperone.
Did I mention Disneyland is great? It is a nice place, with happy feelings, all of the time!
I was a little concerned by the number of people who had no idea where Australia was- I always thought it was a joke that lots of Americans didn’t know much about The Outside World, but a disturbing number of people we spoke to (often in the queues at Disneyland) genuinely didn’t know where Australia was, or if they knew where it was, only knew there was a place called “Sydney” in it.
But, without exception, everyone we met was friendly, polite, and genuinely glad to share their country with us- which is why my fiancee and I, and also my parents, love visiting the US.
All I have to do now is put our names in the Green Card Lottery or see if I’ve got some sort of skill that’s there’s a shortage of in the US…
And yes, my fiancee had a wonderful time and still can’t believe I took her to the US for her birthday. I keep telling her that the important thing is that she had a good time, and that our next major goal is to pay for our wedding…