Is this the way to Nou-a-dhi-bou / In an ambulance and a jeep too...

Morning all. Our tireless travellers caught up with their some of their truant teammates last night and took over a restaurant for the evening. They are, as I type, now in a convoy of 4 vehicles - no word on who the other teams are - on the dusty trail to Nouadhibou. In a few hours they should reach what by all accounts is the most traumatic part of the journey; dealing with the guards and officials at the Western Sahara/Mauritania border, who are generally less than delighted to have to deal with hordes of English lunatics re-enacting a cross between Wacky Races and Scrapheap Challenge. But then if a couple of dozen middle-class North Africans on knackered-looking camels and donkeys appeared at Portsmouth docks saying they were just going to trot across the country to Scotland for a laugh then HM Customs might well be similarly disposed, so I suppose one shouldn't be too surprised. Cheers - Phil.

UPDATE: the fellow pilgrims are Def.Intrepid (two Canadians in a Peugeot) and 2Porsche2Push in a Fiat from Group 2 (the convoy that set off from Plymouth on Boxing Day and are thus even further behind than our lot).