Made it!

This far at least...

The end of another eventful day, and the Witches did manage to get Peg all the way to Gibraltar, where there is a distinct party atmosphere by now. They were the second team to arrive at the hotel (so much for worrying about not having left enough time) and all evening people have been arriving, swapping stories, and laughing.

Another of the teams, Birmingham Irish, have offered to help fix Peg's starter motor - such is the spirit of camaraderie and friendship. Good thing too - another incident like the one earlier today, when the girls were lost and stopped to ask for directions, only to have to push the car right up to a security barrier to get it started again, may well get them shot before they even leave Europe!

Of course, the major tragedy of the day needs to be reported. You may think that having to keep moving for fear of never starting the vehicle again for 300+ miles is bad; you may feel that the worst point would be driving by Torremolinos and feeling a bizarre compulsion to sing tawdry holiday songs. But these pale into insignificance when placed beside the nightmare that is poor Jane being forced to eat a *twinky*. She may never fully recover!