For once it was me who woke up early and got the hairy eyeball and much whinging from the peanut gallery – payback is a wonderful thing.
Sandra made seriously yummy omelettes for breakfast with tomatoes, mushrooms, cheese and green peppers, that girl can cook. Suitably fortified we made our way to the La Brea tar pits, utterly fascinating. They had an exhibit of wolf skulls they’d found, hundreds of them lining the wall and a mammoth skeleton which gave a new meaning to big, those fellas were huge.
a tar bubble
Almost there…
J, T and I opted out of going around the automotive museum figuring why waste the entrance fee on 3 gals who really have no interest in cars. Instead we hunted for a loo and browsed the 99c store.
Then it was Hollywood, baby!
Seeing how we’re all major Johnny Depp fans it made sense for our first task to be finding his star. Not as easy as it sounds, we managed to see every single star (most of whom I’ve never heard of) before we eventually found his.
The street was teeming with tourists and people dressed up as various characters from movies, they freaked us out a bit, which doesn’t bode well for Disneyworld. I don’t really get the whole ‘let me have my picture taken with some weirdo dressed up like Darth Vader”. Incidentally Tamsyn was most disgusted when Darth Vader took his helmet off, kind of ruined the moment. Authentic Mexican tacos for lunch (which weren’t as unpleasant as I thought they might be) and it was on to Madame Tussauds.
Turns out we have no problem having our picture taken with wax figurines that are freakishly life like. We had such fun interacting with Zac Efron, the crew from Star Trek, Simon Cowel and of course Jack Sparrow (to name but a few).
Having decided we’d seen enough of the glitz and glamour we headed back to Phillip’s for a swim (J & T) and relaxation. Supper ended up being pizza and then it was off to bed.