Day 1: Where are we? What time is it? What's my name...?

Hello to you all,

This is our first blog entry and there will be many more to follow...! We hope to keep you all updated on our adventures and hilarious escapades, and not bore the crap out of you in the process. We are currently sitting in Starbucks in Venice Beach, Los Angeles and sneakily nicking their power to charge our laptop. Today has been very long and very baffling - we still have no idea what time it really is.

We left Crouch End in a cab, cleverly disguised as a blue transit van, at 7:30am this morning. On arrival at Heathrow Jen was overjoyed to discover that her bag weighed a measly 12.6kg whilst Chris's weighed 18.5kg. To all of you who thought Jen could never travel light - suck on that!

After a delicious sausage & bacon sandwich from Pret we took off on our first of two 12-hour flights.

On the flight here we discovered many things, including:
1.) Lewis Hamilton flies BA
2.) If the air steward has the same surname as you, you can get two bottles of wine with your lunch and get slightly twatted at lunchtime

3.) Dick from Dick & Dom In Da Bungalow also flies BA. (alone) (and looks well rough).
4.) Men who work at customs at LAX are mean

After 12 hours of movies, food in trays and floppy-head tube-style sleeping we arrived at LAX. After the man at customs told Jen off for not “understanding the terms & conditions of this international treaty you have signed!” - we left the airport and headed for Venice Beach expecting colourful characters and a bustling seafront. What we found was a bit like Camden Market, only by the sea, and a bit more grubby. And with more homeless people and stoners. Oh and legal marijuana clinics for “medicinal” purposes.

Chris: I think we should include the word "douchebag" in every blog entry

Jen: Why?

Chris: I like the word "douchebag"

Jen: I like the word "shush". Now focus Brennan.

Chris: Im going to call you "douchebag" from now on.

After an hour of walking down the seafront we headed to the “Venice Whaler” for some food & beer. Chris always orders the best meal & this was no exception. Jen ordered Buffalo wings and Chris ordered potato skins. The wings however were not covered in BBQ sauce but some kind of molten-hot dragon’s breath sauce. Long story short they mainly tasted rank and we ended up swapping. This may not be the last time this happens on this trip...!

Now off to find some Wi-Fi so we can post this first instalment before we have to go back to LAX for another gruelling 12 hour flight.

Tune in next time Douchebags!