
'Shearers' and sunset in Mexico. That's a 'wifebeater' for the english amongst us.

Flags are big in Mexico, of course.

Three of us with Alex (our extremely generous host here in San Diego) outside a Californian institution (apparently.) Ask for the animal- its not on the menu- locals secret (and now team extreme's.) Hospitality all round.

Celebration shot at the border into TJ.

A road sign to prove we didn't just make a big flag and pretend we were in Mexico.

Gareth's chain broke again 8 miles shy of the border. Then his chain tool got busted. No problem- it's a team effort- so we hooked up some bungees and towed/pushed him the rest of the way. All that weight...

The Baywatch van. Where's the Hoff?

Look for me and Alex smashing a few chin-ups on Venice Beach. Showed the big guys how its done...

Anastacia in Ventura, CA- the greatest tourist information helper of all time. Sorted out all our problems, including sorting out Gav's lost passport, finding bike shops for Alex's bottom bracket, feeding us many many chocolates, and giving us all massage claws for those lonely nights...

Top Gun. Headed through a US army base just north of San Diego. Hit the breaks and they'll fly right by...

Linked onto the back of the peleton on the way into San Luis Obispo. Cruising along at 25mph (40 kph for australians) for 10 miles or so. Fitted right in. Easy.
Went to see the Arctic Monkeys last night- it were reet good, as they say. Pictures to follow, hopefully. Later all.