We didn't get on the road until 10:15. We refuelled at a Shell garage near to the hotel, which meant that we had to go in to pay or ID before fuelling (Shell garages require you to input your zip code for credit cards, which doesn't work for UK postcodes).
Our path took us alongside a recreational lake. There were lots of jet skis there. The water looked very inviting as the temperature was in the mid 90s.
Just before we reached the Hoover Dam, we stopped to refuel. I asked Bill if he wanted to go on the helicopter flight over the dam for $29 but he was not interested. Probably the right decision. We got to within 1.7 miles of the dam when we reached a traffic queue. Filtering is illegal, except in California, so we had to turn the bikes off and creep along with the traffic. Luckily, we were on a hill so could coast most of the way while the bikes cooled a bit. It didn't take that long to get through security as they are mostly interested in trucks, RVs, rented cars and other potentially bomb carrying vehicles so we were not stopped.
We caught our first glimpse of the Hoover Dam and pulled in to a car park on the left. It cost us $7 each to park, although we did try to sneak out of the car park before the lady attendant collared us. We met up with Carlos; the guy that I had met the day before, at the scenic overlook which is on the hill coming down out of the Kaibab Forest. We said our brief hellos and wished him well for the rest of his journey. We walked down the steps to the visitor centre escalator but soon found that entry to the centre was not free. They wanted $8 just to get in and then another $30 if you wanted a tour, and all this per person. The parking fee was enough for us so we did the immediate return trip up the escalator to sit in the shade. Bill was not feeling too good, because of the heat, so I left him in the shade; sitting near the grave of an 
unnamed, ownerless dog that had befriended the dam builders. It had come to its demise after sleeping under one of the lorries. The builders had buried the dog and had made a concrete plinth to cover his grave. I walked the length of the reservoir by myself. I took photos along the way: various pictures precariously holding my iPhone over the edge of the dam and a few of the surrounding structures, including the new bridge being built high above, a quarter of a mile away from the dam and the bronze angels. Apparently the angels weigh 4 tons each and are part of a monument that will describe the precise completion date and time of the dam to future civilisations.
unnamed, ownerless dog that had befriended the dam builders. It had come to its demise after sleeping under one of the lorries. The builders had buried the dog and had made a concrete plinth to cover his grave. I walked the length of the reservoir by myself. I took photos along the way: various pictures precariously holding my iPhone over the edge of the dam and a few of the surrounding structures, including the new bridge being built high above, a quarter of a mile away from the dam and the bronze angels. Apparently the angels weigh 4 tons each and are part of a monument that will describe the precise completion date and time of the dam to future civilisations.
I walked back to find Bill and bought some postcards in a shop. I found a bronze statue of a man scaling a wall (a depiction of how some of the workers went about their duties when the dam was being built) and took a couple of photos. I found Bill sitting by the bikes. We decided not to go back the way we had came because of the traffic. We elected to go left out of the car park and to stop at the first place of refreshment that we came to. This turned out to be 30 or so miles down the 93 as, after the Hoover Dam, the road leads straight out into a rocky desert, with Kingman, Arizona being the next town.
We stopped at the "Last Stop" bar/saloon and bought a coffee and a coke. I tried to use their wifi to book a room at the Motel 6 West in Kingman but it didn't work. I resorted to using the phone network for data. Ugh. After booking the room, at great expense probably, we made our way onwards and eventually reached Kingman West. Their wifi was not working so the kind receptionist phoned the Motel 6 at the East end of town. They had rooms and working wifi (for $2.99) so we made our way there.Bill, the manager, was very pleasant. We got our room keys and settled in. We then took a walk up the road to find the Kingman Kitchen (as shown on Yelp.com) but it was either not there in the first place or had been replaced. We settled for a Denny's, where we both had value meals. A grilled mozzarella stick sandwich type thing for Bill and a chicken chipotle skittle for me. Altogether it only came to $17, with coffee.
We made our way back, stopping at Terrible's garage store for a drink. I helped a man carry his boxes of beer to his car. When we arrived back at the motel, an older couple were freighting boxes up the stairs to their room so I helped them too. What an ambassador for England I am. When we got back to our room we watched 'Grown Ups' on the iPad. It was an ok, feel good comedy but not a movie I would recommend to anyone as a "Must watch". I had already planned our route, for the following day, through Laughlin, Nipton, Baker and Mojave desert through to Beatty, Nevada so we hit our respective sacks after the movie. We decided to get on the road early so I set an alarm for 7am.
The bike odometer read 47855, which means that we rode 190 miles this day.
