Tacos, tortillas, burritos, enchilladas, quesadillas.....

If Billy Connolly is to be believed, all Mexican food is the same, just folded differently. On the evidence put before me I'd have to agree.

Tijuana, Mexico

The border crossing at Tijuana is the busiest in the world, which is why I thought I'd be clever and cross further inland at Tecate. The plan worked well - no queues, I didn't even have to show my passport. Unfortunately though the Mexicans couldn't do the paperwork for my bike at Tecate so they let me into the country but told me to go to the customs post at Tijuana to sort the bike out. As you approach the border at Tijuana you're funnelled straight through to the American border post. I explained my predicament to the border guard and asked if he could let me through and watch me immeadiately do a u-turn through a barrier to the Mexican side. He told me that by doing that I would be on American soil and so would have to go through the immigration process all over again. The situation was more than he could cope with so he sent me to see one of his superiors in the main building. Fortunately after about 10 minutes the second border guard had an attack of common sense and agreed to let me straight back in to Mexico. He escorted me to the barrier, called me a 'crazy Brit' and waved me off as I entered Mexico for the second time in three hours.

America

San Diego

Another obvious one.....

And the obvious place to dine

Neptune's Net, Malibu

Neptune's Net - California's equivalent of the Ace Cafe, where I spent half an hour having a drink and being quized about my trip. The first question would invariably be where had I ridden from. The second question was always "On that?!"

The Pacific Coast Highway

I dreamt of riding the Pacific Coast Highway on a motorbike long before I had a licence. It didn't disappoint.

California

No prizes for guessing where I am today. As I rode into town yesterday I had to remind myself that not only was I riding across the Golden Gate bridge but that I was riding across the Golden Gate bridge on a motorbike that I'd riden there from England.

Napa Valley

The life of an around-the-world motorcyclist is one of hardship and sacrifice. I just wanted to make that absolutely clear before telling you of my evening spent camping in Napa Valley drinking a rather cheeky bottle of Napa Valley cabernet sauvignon.
Now remember, if anyone asks, the life of an around-the-world motorcyclist is one of hardship and sacrifice.

Lake Tahoe

It appears that not only am I a bad-ass dude, I'm also "radical", "a stud" and "the sort of person you normally only read about", and today an American family bought me an ice cream in recognition of my endeavours.

I'm in California, I've got a bike licence - there's only one thing to do - rent a Harley.












Before I got on the bike a Harley owner told me once I'd ridden one there'd be no going back. I'm not so sure. Like going to Vegas, I'm glad I did it but I'm in no great hurry to do it again.