Hollywood

Los Angeles

I've finally arrived here after the reddest of red-eye flights across the Pacific. I didn't sleep much, possibly due to the shock of seeing on the in-flight Chinese entertainment news the new girl group Sirens described as being from "Britain's fashionable Newcastle." Someone from the North East tourist board has been earning their money.

I'm staying on Hollywood Boulevard and yes that's on the Walk of Fame. The star outside the front door of the hostel belongs to John Fogerty of Creedence Clearwater Revival which I suppose is surprisingly trendy. Off to take a look around despite being pretty tired. I'm planning to break on through the night in a gallant battle against jetlag.