So I stay on, and on, and on and on, with the reduction in distance creeping awful awful slow.
Until, at long last, numbly, off the motorway and beginning the long winding descent, with the final miracle still to come: there is virtually no traffic in town at four in the afternoon to hamper my planned approach, down the hill, wait at the light, slide across the main road, down the incline, inside and park without the attendant even noticing my arrival. Switch off.
Arrival: 4.15p.m. Weds. Dec 31st 2008
When I return for the last bag, the car is already parked, sleek and discreet and undemonstrative, and the owner of the garage is suitably impressed.
Is the car up to what in reality has become 3,000 kms? It sits there modestly. It is a Volvo.
Its owner is of less durable stuff. But we survive. For now.
I will mention, too, that - apart from one cruising cop-car in San Sebastian - I saw not one other policeman in the whole three thousand kilometres, and saw no evidence of need of any. I hope they were all enjoying their peaceful festivities.
P.S. By the way, Stuart, should you read this, I forgot to ask you whether there is a spare wheel and jack and stuff, and how to apply same.
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