Things often seem closer than they are, we got off the train at Gatwick and could see our hotel. It wasn't far so we walked. Aided by directions from a car park attendant we cut through some woods at the back of it, lugging our awkward bags.

Finally after trekking round the river to the road we found the airport/hotel shuttle bus parked out front.

And we expect too get all the way around the world ?

Our next day was all fly, fly fly, answer questions, answer more questions and just to make sure, answer some more.

Fortunately the rubber gloves never came out. But the young girl just in from Jamaica should have thought twice about hassling the the customs officials regarding the time spent queuing. She may be out of the interview room now, maybe.

After that things went smoothly, the bikes were at the port, all the paper work had been completed by the agent, and port fees paid for. We repacked the bikes and hit the road.

Day 2 was going well, up early and rolling by 07:15. Lunch at 12:00, 220 miles done. As we left the Tim Hortons diner we noticed the clock, an hour gained after entering another time zone.

That was until Mike's bike failed to start. All we could hear was "click, click, click".

We tried bump starting it, nothing. Out came the testing gear, the battery was low on charge. We switched my battery into his, the bike started so we tested the circuit. It was charging OK. his new battery was dead.

I find at times like this, some one comes over and gives some form of help. This time it was directions to a bike dealer.

Eighty dollars lighter, and four hours later to allow the new battery to charge we set off again. Our 400 miles a day target is slipping. The ferry in Seattle feels further away.

At least the long wait gave me the chance to take some pictures that were not of bikes, diners and motels.