Monday 23rd June: Why Cycle When you can Sleep

At 10am we finally dragged ourselves out of bed and hunted out some breakfast. Tim empited all our clothes into the launderette whilst I tried to sort out the explosion that was our room.

With no real direction for the day we wondered into the Gaslamp Quarter where we ate Mexican and continued with our best/worst of list, surfed the internet and generally avoided anything that remotedly resembled a 10% gradient.

By the evening we crossed over into Little Italy which was on India Street - Brilliant. Looking up we realised the states we must have been in when we passed out the following evening - planes flew literally metres from our heads as they landed in San Diego airport. How we had slept through this was beyond me - our hiker/biker camping had obviously trained us to sleep through any form of transporter noise.

An additional habit from camping was falling asleep, dead to the world as soon as it went dark. We tried to hold on, but half an hour after darkness we hit the pit.