Around The World In 80 Waves

After my surf I rock up at the Post Office and am amazed that they let me access somebody else’s PO Box, but I finally get the part I need for the roof rack, which is taken straight back to the hostel to fix to the car. The Little Green Surf Machine is complete. What do you think?

Once attached I can finally sort the car for the journey which I enjoy spending the day doing including some upholstery repairs with the needle I bought from the knitting circle in San Francisco. I go down to watch Steamers Lane again but it starts raining and is quite miserable so go and buy some food in preparation for my first bit of cooking in 6 weeks! One awesome chicken and vegetable in pepper sauce on a bed of vegetable pasta later I am stocked up with vitamins, feel like a new man and head out for drinks with Dutch Hannah and some of her buddies from UCSC.

We call in on 99 Bottles where I take my scorecard tally up to 6 before going to a club called the Blue Lagoon. Top night. On the way home I walk past one of the many tramps that there seem to be in every American town. I dont give him anything as I walk by which results in me getting called a “F###ing Spic”. I burst out laughing because my plan to fit in as much as possible in Central and South America despite not speaking the lingo is to get as much colour as I can before I arrive. It is clearly working! Just wait until I grow the moustache I am planning through Mexico…

I wake up the following morning having kept half the hostel awake with world championship snoring thanks to my skinfull. Untroubled by this due to having enjoyed an excellent sleep I revel in my cub scout-esque preparation of having all the supplies ready for a Rob Special fry-up in the fridge and proceed to stink the hostel out with the aroma of sausage, bacon and eggs. I’m a happy bunny, but I’m not sure everybody else is. A bit of admin later is is time to go find some mischief.