Gordon gets up bright and early, fresh as a daisy.. Gah - where's the justice ?!!! I had about half as much to drink, and i feel like my head has been in a tumble dryer for the last 7 hours and the sleep fairies have had a full refund. Even Martin is fine, but then again a one and a half hour pedestrian tour of Valencia can have a sobering efffect

At a beautiful outdoor bar near the beach at Valencia, we had the final 'wrap' party and Awards.. Although we had been high up on the leaderboard throughout, we knew we hadn't won - but we knew we'd done okay.. The Sailors in the Mondeo scooped first prize, and Team Womble came a very respectable 5th. Not bad to say there were 97 teams

Okay, i'll put you all out of your misery.. The FINAL episode of the Ramshackle Rally Adventure. Puncher, are you saying you read Tolstoy then by the way? Anyway - here we go..

Anybody? Lee

So, back to the Hotel where the internet is down and i can't do the blog, so it's showered and changed ready to go out. Tomorrow we fly back, so everyone is in the party mood, and we crack open a special bottle of Champagne that Gordon brought !!! Uncle Bulgaria is fast asleep in a side street, and everyone has finished stroking him. It's

For the final night and awards ceremony, we are to meet at a bar down near the seafront/port area of Valencia. We have arrived at 3.45pm and have a bit of time to explore, so we set off for a look at the modern buildings and to try and buy a new shirt for tonight at one of the shopping malls.. Obviously the F1 Grand Prix has brought revenue in as the

Now, i'm not quite sure if indicators are banned in Valencia or orange bulbs are in seriously short supply, but to drive here you need to be psychic and have 9 pairs of eyes. That allied with the fact we have an engine that runs perfectly whilst everything else around it has about 2% of it's working life remaining left us a little stressed whilst

... and then we arrive! We made it to Valencia - we're all alive (well... sort of) - and we've now got to find the hotel. My word, isn't Valencia busy!!

30 miles, 20 miles, 10 miles... 5 miles... the building are getting bigger and we spot the town in the distance.. Oh the excitement, and relief !! - We even start to use the footbrakes out of pure elation, who cares if they sieze now, the handbrakes all but gone and now points vertically when you pull it, the clutch bite point is just below the sun

53 miles to go, and we're all getting a little excited now! The end is near... (for us, and for poor Uncle Bulgaria too, but we have only spoken of it in hushed tones around him.. <cough>)