this town!!! The only problem was the time, we had less than 45 minutes to get to the apartment, then get the car back to the airport with a full tank of petrol! The traffic had been so awful already we were anxious to get going. The Scottish bloke who turned out to be called Drew was really sound. He couldn't believe we got the apartment for such a small amount of money and neither could we, but I guessed I wasn't in too much of a mood to be messed around with by that point! Rob came back to the car and said the apartment was fine so we set off in the general direction of the airport, again without a signpost to be seen!

You would normally assume that there would be an abundance of petrol stations near to an airport as big as LAX - not a chance, we couldn't find one on our side of the road and I was starting to flap about the time. Talk about stress city, 6 days of superchilling were definitely

over and we seemed to be rushing around LA like there was no tomorrow. We sailed past the airport in search of wretched petrol which we eventually found a few miles the other side of the airport. We then hurtled back and pulled into Budget's car depot one minute before they would have charged us $35 for being late! What a palava and how stressed were we?!!!

We then managed to find our way back to Venice Beach by public transport, went into the cotel to pay for the apartment then headed off in search of it! Nobody seemed to know where Drew was, but he had the keys to the apartment and so we weren't in too much of a rush to get there. We stopped for a slice of pizza and a drink on the way and were then confronted with the film crew again and then found out that they were filming Mr Smith, a film starting Tommy Lee Jones aka Sickboy from Trainspotting. We then looked up to see Sickboy standing