Got through customs and immigration in record time.

Unbelievable. The goddess of air travel rewarded us. We were first in the queue at immigration, were told to throw away our green forms and quickly sent through to our bags.
We were staggered when our priority marked bags came through as such.

A quick waltz through customs and we were on US soil.

No photos for any of this of course because we'd be shot. Homeland security aren't known for their sense of humour.

Myles, we watched as your shuttle went past the hotel shuttle stop. Your hotel does exist.

The trolley to manhattan beach was fabbo.

Here it is with a wonderful esplanade.

Sorry about you having to move into a yoga position for this photo. I'm still learning how to edit.

Lessa and Tony, here's Mama D's.

For a couple of mill, you can pick up a house here.

It was a bit exhausting.
Here's Paul having a little nap while we waited for the trolley bus.

Myles, note what the trolley bus stop looks like.

Anyway the day ended well in the bar at the hilton