I'm back now, using a good old qwerty keyboard. Well, where do i begin? We set off on the 3rd, and finished up at the travel inn at Folkestone. The next day (4th) we went on the Euro Tunnel, and at the end of the day were about a third of the way down France in the middle of nowhere at the B&B we had booked. Incredibly nice people staying there too, but the only people who could speak english were a Belgian couple, so we had to make do with them for conversation. Next day we travelled a bit more and ended up in the quaint little village of Quezac, which i am told is famous across France for its bottled water. Very nice place that with very nice people. Yet again though, most residents couldn't speak english, except for two nice french women in their 50's who were travelling about france together. Next day we reached the villa in spain, which was were our trip went downhill. What the brochure hadn't told us was that Roses and its neighbouring town, Empuriabrava, were like a blackpool for foreigners. Absolutely packed with french and Germans. Traffic was appalling. If anyone ever plans on going to Roses, DON'T. It's horrible and touristy, and the beaches are crap. On the way back up, we stayed at the same places and met the same people and just got back today, having spent last night in Folkestone.

So, apart from our actual holiday in spain, that was quite enjoyable. Although when it came to driving on some motorways, it wasn't enjoyable. It sometimes took 45 minutes to drive 6 miles. Fun fun fun on the autobahn.... And as you all know, i'm sunburnt, and it has reached the stage where you can peel the skin off in big chunks. Wonderful! I've made a collection of the biggest chunks...