photos from top to bottom: (1) Hollywood sign, (2) The Walk of Fame on Hollywood Boulevard with a star for one of my favorite comedians
22.7. 18.45 Clock, Los Angeles International Airport
The last day starts surprisingly but no fire alarm, but in apparent anticipation I still restless sleep and only in stages. The tea tastes with Erwin then coffee, which is evident elsewhere in the pot, but the donuts are baked fresh out again. Yes, they are young, they are warm, they are nice.
Then it goes for a change to the next Wal-Mart, because the kids still want to bring sweets for their friends. Obviously, the coolness factor weighs in some ways more difficult than the taste. What then yesterday for lack of time constraints still remained open today is made up: Hollywood and the Walk of Fame. The former shows simply as a slightly run-down neighborhoods with above-average density of cinemas and street vendors for Celebrity Tours, and secondly, the children will be disappointed if his puny irrelevance and completely. We have elders and from the adversities of life already disenchanted only expect anything - A dubious privilege of age.
Only the random drive through Beverly Hills (there are no hills), offering the prospect of architecturally elaborate villas as they usually are with us and finally increased the Amoeba Music CD collection to another. Otherwise, Los Angeles is the perfect finale for this trip: the sense of loss vanishes and the anticipation rises to Austria.
from a combination of slow-growing apathy and a quarter of our tour group already clearly eminent nervousness (as the online check-in failed during the fire alarm), we decide to just six hours before departure Alamo Rent a Car to drive. The return of the Dodge takes as opposed to complex acquisition within a mere minute and more than 4,000 mile ride are now behind us.
within 30 minutes we are at the check-in counter and the friendly Lufthansa employees named Roger tells us with all British politeness, that we had first been registered in Vienna, four seats in row 52 and was canceled, secondly, the connecting flight Munich-Vienna . The combination of German and British companies provides consultation us later but within 20 minutes tickets on the next plane for an hour, which we have almost relieved to note. (Later in Munich shows indeed that the original flight but should take place, but since our seats are allocated again.)
The security check takes still a delicate situation in which I asked the officers to the bulge under my shirt. I answer him that it was around the bag with my passport and wants to pull out of this. He calls alarmed: "Stop it, stop it" and a second security officer informs the now chalky pale man's aid. I pull out my leather case still fear what will happen as soon obvious that they can no longer take up arms in time. Thus, they stay with their dire warnings and I can do it on the metal detector, nude scan, take off shoes, luggage scanning and control still safely to the gate. This is after three weeks of traveling shoes off clearly the most dangerous weapon that is available to us.
the speakers we will hear another prompt that we met more often on this trip. "Please report ..." Whether it is unaccompanied baggage, unwanted money changer, drunk drivers or animal feeder to tourists - the call for denunciation, the U.S. society obviously appropriated.
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