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Our final day would be leisurely. We were under three hours from the ferry and had five hours to get there. Antwerp was the only real obstacle in our path. The traffic was horrendous, but we managed to sneak through the quieter way. The faced a toll, the queue of which was longer than all but one border (Moldova-Romania). Seemingly, the Dutch don’t believe in service stations so we swung off into Steenbergen, the final resting place of Dambuster, Guy Gibson. It was scorching

We knew our penultimate day would be tough. We had a long way to go and a suitable amount of time to get there. With the temperature hitting 28 around 9am, a day on the autoroute was the last thing we needed. However, Jase pushed on and we arrived in Luxembourg around lunchtime. The only thing of note being the amount of Lithuanian truckers. Loads of them. Luxembourg City is odd. Firstly, it’s another of those places that wafts its signs in the vague direction of car parks bu