The next four days were split between riding, sport fishing and the usual tourist misadventure. You see, when I first called MotoAdventures, I said I wanted to cross the channel and ride in an area of the country that I hadn't yet explored. I told them the idea of putting the bikes into a couple of small fishing boats and then cruising to the peninsula sounded like the perfect adventure. What I didn't expect was a trio of 10-horsepower boats trying to haul a dozen people across a vast portion of the Pacific. The local fishermen promised it would only take an hour and a half, but they were off, to put it politely. They blamed the delay on a strong current--remember, we were traveling at near swim speed--but we blamed it on plain 'ol say-anything-for-the-buck greed. So abandoning ship, no, make that dinghy, about four hours and 20 minutes into the journey in a small fishing village, we decided to ride up to a ferry to make the final leg of the trip. Since it was my idea, I took the heat, but it definitely made things more adventurous.