At three o’clock the next day, the ferry was doing an impressive reverse park into its slot and SQ & I were both feeling a little bit overwhelmed:

“How did we get here?”

Yesterday morning, we were on the Amalfi Coast in southern Italy. Today we’re in Spain, with a near-empty fuel tank, a impressively large pile of dirty laundry, no food, and I, for one, cannot remember when I last changed my socks. (I was going to write ‘underwear’ here, but thought I’d save you the details. Oops. Sorry.)

As we drove off the ferry, we realised that we hadn’t got a map of Spain, let alone a map of Barcelona and had no clue whether there was a camp site here either! We pulled over to the side of the road so that I could fire up the laptop and copy the country’s map-files to our otherwise near-useless SatNav system.

All of a sudden, “Hola!”, came a waving hand and three beaming faces through our window, “can we do an interview now?”

Isabel, Alex and Javier, three Columbian reporters from a local independent news Website were pointing their video camera at me and waggling a Dictaphone under Squiffy’s nose.

“Yes sure, come on in”, I said. Then, micro-horror struck me as I remembered that a) our Bus was a complete tip–outstanding washing-up in a bowl on the floor next to an overflowing bin-bag–and b) I was still looking forward to that shower and to wash my clothes.

Thankfully, most of the interview was conducted by a completely-bemused Squiffy, who makes much better camera-candy than I. If we do get written-up, I’ll post the link here when I get it as, if nothing more, it’ll be a laugh to see what kind of interview we give after a cabin-less nineteen hour ferry journey!