Pants...

Welcome to San Diego, which by all acounts and our experience since landing here is a very pleasant city and the only criticism one might level is that there are more places open after 11 in Hollington on a Wednesday night to buy a dodgy kebab than in this city of 3 million souls. That said, this place will be forever remembered as the place where Andy fell off a bar stool in front of a hundred locals and wasn't even drunk at the time. Priceless.

340 miles saw us traverse from Pismo Beach to here. As we were passing LA, we nipped down Rodeo Drive to do a bit of shopping but regretably could not find a pound shop anywhere along its length so left disappointed but with plans to return in the future with view to opening the same, somewhere between Chanel and Wilko's. I couldn't see Julia Roberts anywhere and have decided that that's the last time I watch Pretty Woman after more vodka than is healthy. Sorry love, you've missed your chance. I called, you were out.

Tip of the day... don't eat the chicken nachos from Newport Beach Mexican takeaway unless you're really desperate and within easy reach of a bathroom for the following 6 hours. Second tip of the day... don't ever share a room with Andy if you expect to get any sleep. Third tip of the day... dont ever offer to pay Chris's phone mobile bill, and finally... dont ask for directions from Neil :)

The last leg of the day from Newport to San Diego resembled motorbike pinball as we bobbed through the heavily congested freeway. A personal highlight was exiting the motorway at Miramar, home to TopGun. I'm no longer bitter that they turned me down... Kelly McGillis never did it for me anyway. Inevitably we got lost again, coming into San Diego this time, but with a twist that by this time we'd lost each other too and Neil's plaintiff appeal of 'where am i?' could only be met with 'dont ask us... we're lost too'.

Oh yes, Pants... there is a general feeling that we've all packed too many. On the basis that so far the average pants used by each bloke is err... one, it is unlikely that any more than two pairs per person will be utilised during the remainder of the tour. So, no change there then.

Tomorrow it's goodbye California, good day y'all Arizona. Destination Yuma (pop. 26, horses 1, sheep probably now very worried) famous for, well, bugger all.