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Saturday

Los Angeles, Urth Caffe & Griffith Park Trail, Day Two

Needless to say, Maddie & I were extremely hungover this morning, after spending the previous night at the Bungalow, which is a bar along the Santa Monica beach basically. Such a lovely place that we hardly took any pictures because we were having too much of a good time. 

Obviously needing something substantial to eat, Gerry suggested that we take a trip to a place called Urth Caffe. He knew about it because of the Entourage movie, and obviously he took us to the wrong one. Typical Gerry. After parking about 4 hours away (possibly a slight exaggeration, but that’s what it felt like) we finally made it to the restaurant which had a relatively long line outside the door. That’s usually a pretty good sign though, so we weren’t that bothered. 



The menu was extensive, as all American menus usually are, but the boys went for omelettes, whilst Maddie and I both went for the Sunrise Pizza. This pizza consisted of… and boy, was it incredible! The base was quite thick and the toppings all made for party in your mouth. 



In the afternoon, Gerry, Jared, and I met up with dad and went to hike to the top of the Griffith Trail. This trail goes up past the Griffith Observatory, leading to views of the Hollywood sign, and right at the top there is a spectacular view of the city of Los Angeles. 

My legs were still kind of hurting from our ridiculous hike in Yosemite, and obviously due to previous circumstances we gave dad NO reign in the map department on the hike. Thankfully, Gerry does this particular hike quite a lot, so we basically had our own little tour guide. Thanks, Ger! There are ample places to stop along the way of the trail to rest and take a number of photos, which obviously we took advantage of. 













After the hike, we obviously needed to refuel, so we went to the best place ever: IN N OUT
If you're own the West Coast in the States, make sure you take a trip here & also order everything animal style. It's a greasy delight.



Then, to end the day, we headed to the Hollywood stars and I got to place my hand in my favourite actor Denzel Washington's hand. Sadly, not literally, but close enough. 





We were going to attempt to go out that evening, but we were all so exhausted that we got back to Gerry’s, sat down on the couch, watched a few tv shows and passed the hell out. We’re such a wild generation of humans! Next stop, San Diego. 

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