Gibraltar (or thereabouts)

The teams reached the hotel just outside Gibraltar around 1100 (our time), no more jeep crises but it seems the ambulance is having a few new problems, with something in the drivetrain and an interesting range of fluid leaks rearing their heads. While waiting for it to cool down prior to inspection, our intrepid explorers have wandered into Gibraltar itself and duly sourced a roast lamb Sunday slap-up nosh and a couple of cold ones, so at least the essentials have been attended to. They say an army marches on its stomach (or in Alex's case, its liver) so progress should now be restored. Only the small matter of a free New Year's Eve party lies between our great white hunters and the Dark Continent... Happy New Year to you all (if anyone's reading) - Phil.