August 13: A road trip
The trip is estimated to six hours, so we think we have plenty of time. After driving for six hours and reached The Big Sur, it starts to get dark and cold air bites. In fact it is so cold that convertible top must up, and the heater switched on. The roads are not illuminated, and the cozy roadtrip has degenerated into a "death race" between us and vehicles with dim or no lighting. Totally exhausted, at eleven o'clock at night, when we find a hotel just north of Monterey. This is a shack that most closely resemble an abandoned psychiatric hospital. The hotel room is a wall-to-wall lined cell. Having stepped on something that certainly is a carpet full of urine, we go to bed in desperation with our clothes on.
Tomorrow we will sleep in a good hotel, whatever the costs: Champagne 24 houres non stop.