It's amazing, the ability to wake up in one country one day, and later on that day, be in a completely different one... America here I am. Customs was intrigued by me, ditto baggage handling, when I told them the reason for my visit. Some looks as if they'd never heard of a cyclist or a charity ride.
But as I carb loaded an amazing Castro Pizza at nearby restaurant Zero Zero, the barman mentioned his brother had ridden the coast and loved every second of it.
Now trying to prop my eyes open for another hour or so to make it so way beyond my bed time I'll slip into California habits and not get jet lagged. More on that tomorrow...!
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