Route

Charlie Croker: What's the matter.
Yellow: He says he wants to sit up in front with the driver!
Coco: I always get sick in the back.
Yellow: Listen, if I go in the back, I'll get me migraine, I'll be out like a light.
Charlie Croker: You are not going to be sick. You are not going to have your migraine. And everybody is gonna sit in the back of the motor!
Arthur: Charlie, me in the back of the motor with my asthma?

Ok so we said we are going here here and here but how long will that actually take us? What should we consider? Colins suggestion of we should tank through the night was met with a face that said several things.... all of them ended in off and started in 4 letters or less.

We are stopping night 1 in Bordeaux but depending how badly wrong it goes with Chris' sat nav kit it may be more of a cat nap. Day 2 is Andorra (with snow chains and hairpin bends) pushing on to Barcelona and as far as we can get to Valencia before the caffeine and sugar runs out. Monday is a run down to Gib stopping on route for the union jack shorts and knotted hanky photos. Tuesday morning is the ferry to Morocco and hopefully Sale (Rabat). Then it goes mushy......