Sunday 15th June: Intoxicated Running

This morning we checked in for another night in our motel, so we could book some time on Catalina Island. Tim was obviously still drunk when we woke and demanded we go for a run as planned last night. Thankfully my initial martini had taken so long to imbibe that my head was comparatively clear - there was only one of us popping pre-exercise ibuprofen.

We headed to Sambo's for breakfast again but this time the queue was colossal - at least 50 people. There was a sea fog which meant there was a slight nip in the air but instead of waiting an hour for a table we plumped for the free one outside. Again breakfast was great apart from a girl stood next to us complaining bitterly about the wait. I considered pointing out that there was a free table outside which considering she had already been stood outside waiting for so long she may as well take. Of course the devil in me didn't.

Back at the motel, the owner kindly suggested we may want to go to the Channel Islands rather that Catalina and it's 18 hole golf courses. He had a good point, so we visited the outdoor visitors centre where a lovely lady gave us the info we needed. After multiple phone calls Tim sorted us a kayak tour starting from Ventura on Wednesday - we would be staying in Santa Barbara for yet another day.

All sorted, we partook in our ever so guilty, high octane indulgence of coffee and reading. I can't see why anyone would ever say we didn't know how to have fun ;-) Of course any day that started with a hangover, required an Indian ending.