I’m afraid to write this post in case I offend anyone! If you are from LA (or the U.S. in general) you might want to skip this one 😬
But here is the truth… Of all the places we travelled round the world, including India and Colombia, LA felt the least safe. There was one place we liked, (ish) which was the pier.
The city can be directly related to the horrendous state of its airport.
The airport is disorganised. When we got of the plane we headed for security. They had those machine-things that scan your passport. We thought that would be quick. We were wrong. We waited in a never-ending queue to get to the machine which only printed a form off with our passport details. We then queued up for a person to check our piece of paper who pointed us to yet another queue to another person who checked both the piece of paper and the passport. SO WHAT IS THE BASTARDING POINT OF THE MACHINE?! We had queued now for nearly an hour and we still had two more queues in store for us, customs and the biggest queue I have seen in my life TO GET OUT. It was not a good introduction to the country but gave me an idea of why things there are such a mess. It is pretty cheap to get a gun license but an ambulance will cost you ten thousand dollars. We found this out when we started chatting to our lyft (like uber) driver and he was telling us that he regularly picks people up who have broken limbs or need urgent medical attention but can’t afford an ambulance. He said that it was normal for him to have to carry people into a&e. Looking at the state of the airport I can believe it.
People are miserable and there are so many untreated mental health issues. In the airport, the staff were either miserable or dangerously power hungry. I didn’t see anyone smile. No-one looked welcoming. I did, however, see the most terrifying man with a god complex. He was in charge of the two queues towards security and he clearly took his job extremely seriously. So he should. Queue management is one of the pinnacles of airport safety. So many hazards can be avoided by proper standing. He boomed over our heads to “MOVE TO THE RIGHT”. Me and Andrew were separated as it was deemed not safe to queue together. “START TAKING YOUR SHOES OFF NOW.” But security is fifteen minutes away? “STAND UP STRAIGHT”. Ok he didn’t actually say this but it wouldn’t have surprised me.
This uncomfortable weirdness was seen across LA. The security man in the grocery store had a gun. There were countless people on the streets shouting about god, including one man who ran between the cars at the pier shouting bible verses peppered with the odd “the Lord will kill all fags”.
It’s easy to hate these people, but to me this is mental illness at its worse. It must be tough to live in such a consumer driven society with advertising shoved down your throat and poisons in your food. Even when you try to find some serenity in religion, your leaders maniacally feed you lies and fear leading to your religous obsession. Now all of a sudden you are a hypnotised robot fighting their battle, screaming against gays because you had a healthy amount of homosexuality before and now you afraid of it. Empty vessels are easy to fill and there is a lot of fake shit here. The people that we spoke to in LA just seemed a bit false and entitled (and so unreasonably loud.)
We stayed in an airbnb which was nice but the area was terrifying. The airport information man’s informational advice was “you shouldn’t be staying there”. The uber man said he wouldn’t have taken us had he known where we were going. After a quick Google it turned out we were near a high murder rate street. Lovely. We stayed in our room, slept off our horrendous jet lag and drunk giant beers and pretended we were midgets.
Michael’s. Because. Pens.
And Cocoichibanya. Nom.
But they are found in much better places so I would just skip LA if at all possible! And until the orange babboon has left the whitehouse maybe skip the U.S. altogether and spend your money elsewhere. Like north Korea.