Guest Blogger: Bobby Day 1 split

I don't really understand this numbering thing from Day 0 and don't really know what which day that would mean I left Dallas. Leg 1 was the trip to Chicago from Dallas. I checked into my hotel, hopped on the Blue Line and joined Vanessa and Jay (approximately 1/5 of this blog's readership) for dinner. Afterwards, they drove me back to the hotel and I decided to stay up all night before heading to the airport at 4AM - my own way of thumbing my nose at Hamilton's laborious (and useless) jet lag avoidance tips.

Leg 2 was Chicago to Dulles, a quick plane change and then Leg 3 was Dulles to Heathrow. I checked into a hotel at Heathrow for the night - I had my usual Edinburgh Suite at the Sheraton Skyline - and was surprised to find my cell phone worked. I hadn't touched base with John that day, so we had to figure out where we would meet the following day. Note to travellers contemplating a Tour de Hamilton - don't tell John your (domestic, regular old AT&T - that you're paying for mind you) cell phone works in a foreign country. We talked for about ten minutes - so that will probably run me about $162.

Leg 4 was Gatwick to Split - ran into Dan Joss at the airport. I got into Split about 3:00, checked into my hotel - a very cool hotel inside Diocletian's Palace - explored a little, and then met up with Hamilton. We had a few cocktails on the Riva, the main pedestrian thoroughfare along the waterfront. The girls joined us, we had a few more, and then headed to dinner. Thanks to Mrs. Williamson for the octopus salad recommendation - fantastic stuff. Then we took in a string quartet concert in front of the Protiron, a few more cocktails, and then went to a late night bar on the Riva - for ONE drink - or so I promised the tired, and even more tired of the non-stop John-and-Bob show, ladies we were escorting. One round quickly became two, but John and I were forced to finish all of those. We dispersed and I woke up a few hours later in still in my clothes somewhere in the palace.