added june 16th
We make it to San Quintin and decide to stop to write an article.
We spend two nights here holed up in our room. We don’t miss
much though, the cities people seem to be generally apathetic, our
feelings are to be confirmed by another cyclist two weeks later.
San Diego – Chula Vista
On the way through San Diego we stop our bikes by a pirate ship in
the Marina and chow some good lentil soup that rocks our pirates palates.
We move our bums south of San Dee through semi-industrial wonderfulness
across bridges past prisons and army firing ranges with hospitable
rifle sounds. Eventually we arrive in the suburban city of Chula Vista
with a flatty flatty tire and a good ole need to rest up amongst family.