San Diego

Rolling into San Diego in the evening, we found our hostel, and they directed us to a car-park, which we didn't find.

Although, we found a man walking down the road playing a trumpet, then we found our car-park.

Then we did hostel stuff, and sat in the hostel drinking, as good backpackers/students/cheapskates do in order to make their drinking as cheap as possible.

Then we went out to a bar, that had no-one in it but us.

Which wasn't much cop.

The next day we went to Hooters, and looked at scantily-clad girls, and ate below-adequate chicken, then hung out in the well known Balboa Park, which is almost underneath the airport, which meant that we could take some neat photos, like this one:

So, that was all nice and good