The 9000 made it from the Baltic to the Mediterranean with only a couple of ‘whats that weird smell?’ incidents, both of which were eventually traced to Frenchmen burning tyres in a field.
It took us four days, with stops for the night in Denmark, Germany and France. I think it was a good call to take the German route rather than the French – BMW and Audi pilots are rather more predictable than those in Peugeots and Citroens.
The final stages over the Pyrenees into Andorra were a little hairy, with the pass being somewhat snowy and covered in hairpin bends. Thank goodness for the tunnel.
Still, we’ve arrived now and we’re settling in for the month here. No more driving for a bit – a total of nearly 7000km in 10 days and now I want to stop moving.