My relaxing night at the Hickory Park Campground ended up being a sleepless one, with thunderstorms lighting up the sky for most of the night. Lucky i left my clothes outside to dry then. So after a delayed start, it was an 8 mile stint to the run-down town of Pottsdown to post off my broken phone. Then it was off to Ye Olde Coventry Pub for my first pint. Other than the name and an old t-towel of from Coventry England the similarities stopped there. I should really start walking a bit further or I'll be here until Christmas, 2010.