The train wakes me up at 6AM. Not how I wanted to start off… Next time I’ll remember to keep the door to the balcony shut.
Breakfast is a challenge in downtown. There are some spots, but they are few and distant. We end up just grabbing the Jeep and eating at a Mexican place at India and Washington. Pretty good. It had been reviewed on Diners and Dives.
Then off to La Jolla Shores for kayaking in the caves. The 0900 tour had 20+ people in it. Fortunately, we were the 10AM tour, which had… 5. Nice! It went well. My brother tipped his kayak once. And a credible source (a diving guide for another tour) reported a 7 gill shark about 6’ in length about 50 yards away. Needless to say he got back on the kayak quickly…
Then, still full of energy, we rented some boogie boards and hit the waves for a couple of hours. That is pretty tiring, but fun. Famished, we ate a good, and relatively cheap (for La Jolla) lunch here. I show the picture because I can’t remember the name:
Then we hit Barnes and Noble searching for Kayaking magazines. Found one, which is odd, because the St. George Barnes and Noble usually has half a dozen.
After that, back home, where we kicked it at the pool for a couple hours. In the shade – we’d had plenty of sunshine. We reconfirmed our belief that everybody in San Diego under the age of 35 has a tattoo.
Dinner time came. We went up to an English pub on India in Little Italy for refreshments and a snack to fortify us for the longer walk to the Gas Lamp district. We ended up at the Tin Fish, a mostly outdoor place with various sea food offerings. We got excellent 7 fish soup and a clam appetizer.
Then we strolled home. We were tired, and many of the homeless people we passed were already racked out. All in all the walk came out to 3.5 miles.
Tomorrow… not a minute too soon – kayak lessons. These will prepare us to handle touring kayaks. The trick, I understand, is they are easier to operate but way harder to get back into if you flip them.