Before we had left England, I was told that Americans are really friendly. Like, REALLY friendly. They always say “Have a nice day!”, apparently. So to a Brit, that’s really friendly. So when a guy approached us at an LA Metro station, was really friendly, and within 5 minutes had invited us to stay at his girlfriend’s house in Chile, we were perturbed. Was this how all Americans are? Friendly and hospitable, welcoming strangers with open arms and inviting them on holiday? Or was he a drug dealer / conman / murderer? We will never know, as we declined the invitation. How cynical of us.
On the plus side, we lived to see the sights of LA – Mann’s Chinese Theatre, Santa Monica Pier, Muscle Beach. Continue reading