USA 1989: Los Angeles - City of the Stars...

"To get full value of joy, you must have someone to divide it with..." - Mark Twain

Los Angeles, USA
(27 May - 5 June, 1989)

(Universal Studios)

(The 'Jaws' prop in the background)

This trip to Los Angeles was made after my 2-week Reserve Management Seminar in New York. Los Angeles is a city where the sun never seems to tire, where dreams are written in lights, and every street whispers a story from the silver screen.

(A full day trip to Disney Land)

Our initial plan to include San Francisco in this trip had to be cancelled because of time constraints. So we decided to spend the entire week in Los Angeles, the sprawling metropolis fondly called the City of the Stars. And memorable side trips to San Diego and Tijuana.

(Christine of Stephen King)

(Too many rides to choose from)

(With Donald Duck at Disney Land)

It turned out to be a week well spent. Los Angeles greeted us with its wide boulevards, lined with swaying palm trees and bathed in endless California sunshine. We explored Hollywood Boulevard, admired the famous Walk of Fame, and visited Universal Studios, Disneyland, and the Hollywood Wax Museum - each destination revealing a different facet of the city’s cinematic soul.

(Superman at the Wax Museum)

(Jerry Lewis, the Mad Scientist)

(The three stooges)

In Los Angeles, everything seems larger than life - the streets, the sunshine, and the dreams that keep the city glowing. Standing on Hollywood Boulevard among the glittering brass stars felt surreal - as if we were momentarily part of the very dreams that inspired countless films.

(The Cockatoo Inn)

Our week in Los Angeles was a journey through contrasts - from the glamour of Hollywood to the marine marvels of San Diego, and across the lively border into Tijuana.

Though we missed San Francisco, this trip gave us something just as special: the experience of a city that thrives on dreams, where imagination takes center stage, and where even a week felt like a scene from a film.

Sometimes the best detours lead to the brightest memories. Los Angeles 1989 - where dreams glimmered brighter than the Californian sun.

My destination 

In your arms a simple peace, 

Haunts my mind of separation. 

Beyond my body’s own existence 

Did I learn my destination?

With my promise always breaking 

Soon may come the day. 

When honest words are spoken, 

Please send me on my way.

👈 1989: San Diego, USA

1989: New York, USA👉