It's all over, Peter and Alis have left to meander their way home to Mandello del Lario, I have a new bonnet ornament, the sat-nav did not mess about when I set it to curvy roads this morning, I hit the rush hour again, this time near Felguerias and I am now in a hotel in a medieval fortress in Chaves which is not pronounced the way it looks, unless you actually are Portuguese like Mario.
