Glass!

Nothing like fixing a puncture on the hard shoulder of a Spanish motorway (bikes prohibited) to focus the mind..

Thankfully, 40ks later as we approach Granada, we were sat in a roadhouse diner having a beer, having gritted it out, evaded the police, dodged most of the sh*t and debris in the road and avoided the endless stream of lorries.

All in a day's work. So, how was your afternoon dear?

Charlie hits 4000kms!

Strong work, VG...

(... and if our meticulous planning works out I should make 4000kms just as we cross the finish line in Gibraltar only a week or so away.. BRING IT ON!)