I wake up very early since in the room there are no curtains, I prepare my own pancakes with peanut butter and maple syrup and some sandwich for the travel. I take a shower, pack my stuff and do checkout.
My bus to Los Angeles is at 12:30 pm but I need at least one hour and an half to reach the station. Since the bus 208 is not coming I decide to walk to Downtown where I have to change for bus 105 but with the backpack I’m to slow and I miss the bus. Hopefully there’s another in 5 minutes.
On the 105 I meet a black fat woman almost fifty and we start to talk. She is officially mad and for this she gets some money from the state and she doesn’t work, she is in Vegas because she gable a lot and one hotel casino offered the room for free. She asks me where I’m from and I tell her about my travel across US and America by backpack. She bless me and says she will do the same one day.
When I reach the station there are only a few people and I wait for the bus is an old and decadent cafeteria. Everything is written ins spanish and also the employees speak mainly spanish.
The bus driver is spanish, most of the people on the bus speak spanish, also the movies they show are in spanish. I take of my kindle and start to read Pablo Neruda biography in Spanish (Confieso que he vivido).
I arrive at Los Angeles at 6:30 pm and I decide to walk to my host’s house. Downtown streets are settled by homeless people, I have seen hundreds of them, withes, blacks, olds, young, mad and drunkard. They lives in tends directly on the streets and use karts to carry their things. I meet a young volunteer that gives phones, phones numbers and data plans for free. It’s a US campaign to offer and opportunity to homeless, phones are important today and can be useful for many services including health and job opportunities.
I reach the art district where Pete, my host, lives, but it’ early and he is teaching a yoga class. I wait for him in a very trendy restaurant, the waiting list for a table or to sits at the bar is at least one hour. I ask if it’s possible to have a beer and stay in the front garden and they agree.
At 9 pm Pete is at home and we meet. He lives in an old factory now transformed in artist’s studios and private flats. His flat is a big room of approximately 80 square meters, it’s only a big room but he put some panels to create his bedroom and a big wardrobe rack for his roommate. Unfortunately he is sick so he goes to sleep. I go outside to find something to eat. Pete recommends to try some tacos from a truck not far from his place. Since Pete is american and lives in Los Angeles not far means 10 minutes by car. I don’t have a car so it takes me 30 minutes to reach that place but at least tacos where very good and I saw the famous Sixth Street Viaduct where several movies where taken, for example Grease and Terminator.
Before going back I stop to a bar for one more beer and I discover that there is a gentlemen’s club just behind Pete Home. I’m tired and a strip club a week is enough at least for me so I decide to go back home.
I sleep on the sofa and it’s quite comfortable.