Rent a wreck is the marketing name, but they spend even more money to say that they are not wrecks.
Well our wreck was a Nissan, by the time they got the illegal tyre changed it was too late to go anywhere. Instead we headed to Hollywood. Divine inspiration played a part in the navigation. The driving was scary - 7 lane freeways, trying to turn left across 4 lanes of traffic was not my idea of getting used to driving on the wrong side of the road. We did get there ok without upsetting anyone (used to get shot in LA if you did).
We stayed close to Hollywood Blyd, they closed off part of the road for filming. Liz got well and truly star struck as we watched Justine Timberlake AKA Justine trouser snake drive forward and back.
Hollywood is pretty much what you expect: vending machines dispensing iPhones, enormous cars and lots of ear piercing Americans. There are a few things I didn't expect: the alternative scene. After a nice meal that was unbelivably cheap we went to an alternative drinking hole. Heavy rock, punk music was playing and the place and the people matched. It was a breath of fresh air (we had been trying to find somewhere like this in Oz).
Some spiced Rum was spotted, music and interesting people to have a laugh with - bliss.
It was a brill night - Liz got the most drunk since the start of the trip.