
I come to. As I prise my weary eyes open I can see nothing, hear nothing and feel nothing. I'm only concious of being trapped in a darkened box that is closed in on me all around. is this what being buried feels like?!
Team doc Andy gave me a sleeping tablet to help me get some proper rest. I had been unable to sleep properly during the 3 days drive, but after we said our farewells to Chris at Lisbon airport I could finally relax and catch up on some sleep during the long drive to Santander where the other guys will leave for home.
In our Discovery we sleep across the back seats, but. In Jim's longer Defender they sleep lengthways. the team bundled me into his vehicle to try out the bed and bid me good night.
Nicknamed Jim's goth pad due to it's black walls and black curtains it resembles the inside of a coffin. Totally disorientated I came too assuming that some terrible fate had befallen me!
As I look out of the window, we appear to me parked up in a small town, but I couldn't tell you where in southern Europe we are! A note on the windscreen simply days.
"Mac, we are in hotel opposite. Residential. Room no 4. Sleep well"

