Team General Ignorance

Somehow a 2000 mile drive in a banger seems like a walk in the park compared to transferring between Terminal 1 and Terminal 5 at Heathrow. Strangely, not a single balloon to greet our arrival back in the UK (but at least one of the guys at arrivals looked like a bit of a numpty, boom, boom).

Thanks all for reading and words of encouragement along the way. Keep an eye here as we will be adding pictures/videos and links to all our pictures in the coming days.

Any Sucata Teams reading this who have any picture of the Mighty G on the road, we’d be delighted to see them, please email to me and we’ll send any we have of you back…

To answer the questions you’re all dying to ask:

1. It was 174 km/h…
2. No, I didn’t have to pee in the car… for which we were all eternally grateful.
3. Yes, Andrew is still wearing the key round his neck.

This is Team GI from T5 saying, until such time…

The G has gone to a better place >sniff< and the party’s over. The random selection of emergency spares and consumables have been disposed of and we have a few hours to kill today. So it’s a light* lunch at the beach for Team GI before an evening of cultural pursuits in Cascais and then an early flight out. [AW]

*this is only comparatively the case, with the exception of the light Jimmy Shand country dance tunes playing in the bar.

The General leaves with Andrew at the wheel to his final resting place in a field above Estoril.

G at Cabo di Roca, 2177 miles

Over there, behid the bridge railing…