Europa point.

We got through the madness of Gibraltar (tiny island with loads and loads of cars, all of them seemingly confused by the British-style road markings) to Europa point, where we tried to spot Morocco over the Straits and waited around for someone to ask to take our picture.

We felt great satisfaction to have reached the end of our epic journey, but strangely sad that we would have to leave our bikes behind and carry on alone.

Later we found a Moroccan Arabic phrase book which made us both very happy (and will give Matt hours of entertainment), and a big square meal of baked spud and chips and omelette.

Went to Morrisons... very strange.