LAX – San Diego
Having woken up around seven, getting nearly 8 hours of rest, I figured that the worst of the jetlag would be fended off for the day. I knew I would zone out around mid-day, but that’s the way it’s always been, so there’s no point fighting it.
We headed for the complimentary continental breakfast (it was edible, breakfast time and we were on a continent) which was served up by a very stressed-out Latina lady. We ate by the poolside, then decided to best thing to do would be to hit the road. We packed up, checked out and headed south.
The highway isn’t terribly exciting to write about, although I was fascinated by the signs asking drivers to keep an eye out for cars involved with some offense or other, most notably child abductions. You don’t see that at home. Beyond that, it was a dull stretch of road, and shortly after leaving LA, a surprisingly heavy fog ate the sun.
Luckily, it cleared up right after we crossed the San Diego County line. We had some shopping to do, so we stopped at the Fashion Valley Mall. I’d packed light, figuring I’d renew my wardrobe on the trip rather than drag a bunch of stuff with me from home. A pair of shorts and a new Hawaiian shirt later, I was good to go.
We headed into San Diego and checked into the hotel with little trouble. We walked down to the pier, had a look at the USS Midway (hearing the strained strains of “The Star-Spangled Banner” from the deck, no doubt rehearsals for the following day, which was July 4th,) and walked to a pub for a bite to eat and a few beers. On the way back, Stig decided to tempt fate and revisit the Hostess Twinkies experience of his Oklahoma days, which I predict he will not be doing again. (“God, it’s fucking gross!”)
It was an uneventful day, but we’d gotten to our first stop, picked up some essentials and the trip could now start in earnest…