Last Day



We had thought our last day would be a short trip to the finish – “only fortysomething miles”.

But the combination of feeling a little the worse for wear and a very slow-going route (hills, followed by tortuously slow cycle lanes) made the ride take longer than we’d expected.

Whilst slow, cycling through La Jolla was a treat, with a beer scenic route following the coastline. But trying to cycle at any reasonable pace was difficult along the Sunday morning cycle/runner/walker/electric scooter traffic along Mission Beach. Great for a “pootle” but not if you actually want to get somewhere.

After a final breakfast at Quivera Basin we had a little extra treat – a ferry ride to Coronado (part of the route to avoid a horrible bridge) before covering the final mikes to the Mexican border at 4pm.



We took photos at the pedestrian (rather than vehicular) entrance to the Mexican border. The actual entrance was a one-way revolving door with bars on. It looked like the entrance to a prison.
Whilst we proudly took our photos hundreds of people (almost all Mexican) dukes through – it felt like inmates returning to complete their sentence.


We had decided not to go into Mexico- not because we didn’t want to see the country, but we dish the fancy the wait trying to get back into the US.

We celebrated with a McDonalds shake then made our way back to San Diego – by “trolley” – the San Diego train – no peddling required!




Comments

  1. Unknown22 August 2018 at 03:36

    Congratulations matey. Brilliant photos and description of a great cycle trip. See you soon.

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  2. Unknown27 August 2018 at 01:28

    Well Done Tristram and all of you. I sense a tinge of disappointment at getting to your destination as well as accomplishment .... but what an accomplishment!! What great memories to have when you look back on 2018! Have a good journey back to Dorset and I shall look forward to seeing you at some time to hear more of the highlights. 🙂 Jacqui x

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