Flagstaff to Arizona (Hollywood in between)

After my last day at the Canyon I had a full day before I needed to catch my train to Anaheim. I caught the shuttle out of Williams bag to Flagstaff at 11 30, arriving at 12; a full 9 hours before my train. Fantastic. I took a 50 minute walk to the grocery store where I bought a variety of food to subsidize my depleting trail mix stash. When exiting the store some man wanted me to give him money because he loved Jesus. I did not comply.
I then purchased socks before walking back to the train station. I essentially spent the next 6 hours stealing wi-fi from various places (the train station, downtown, this cafe) before boarding the 12 hour train to Los Angeles. I sat next to Dave, an older man from Australia who I met a few days before on the shuttle. He was fantastic and helped with the increasing need for some social connections.

California is beautiful. It really is just a nice place. We arrived in LA at 8 AM.

I immediately went to Hollywood, where I found Hollywood Boulevard. I could catch the second leg of my journey at any time. Hollywood was decent but I question some of the people who get their stars there. I mean, Judge Judy? Come on now

Bugs Bunny isn't even a person …

John Garfield? No, his name is John Arbuckle and the Cat is Garfield. Come on Hollywood, get a friggen grip.

Frustrated, I bought some breakfast and sat down for a bit. As it got late, more and more costumes showed up on the street. Spiderman, the Hulk, Shrek, heck, even Woody from Toy Story showed up for a bit.

Before leaving the restaurant I thought that maybe I should check where my hotel was.
I don't think I am ever going to search with Google for hotels again. There were 40 some hotels between the train station and mine, but no, of course it won't suggest that one, instead it puts me a 50 minute walk away from the train station, and a 53 minute walk away from the Arena. For the sake of exercise I decided to walk there once I got off the train. It was a nice hotel, I'll give them that much.

On the way to the game, I thought it would be best to grab the city bus, I didn't want to be spotted alone in the streets with my Nashville Jersey. It was good Friday though, so of course a coherent bus schedule was out of the question. But within an hour and a half of the estimated arrival time of the bus, one showed up.

The way back from the game was worse. Thank goodness that Anaheimonians hate public transportation. The bus stop outside the Honda center, that is adjacent to the Angels stadium, where there was also a game, had 4 people waiting for a bus – all from Vancouver. We had a good chat up until the bus driver blew us off. He was polite enough to wave but not to stop. The next one was coming an hour later. Since we were all heading the same way we walked it off, adding a bit more exercise to my day.