3rd October 2004. Sines.

I wobble out of Lisbon at 11am and hammer south for a hundred miles. Sines has a quite-nice beach, a port and an oil refinery or something. On the way an American dude comes over to chat by the pumps.
"What is that, man? Did you build it yourself?"
He's ridden across the US on a Harley-Davidson. His "Good luck, man" words of encouragement fill me with good cheer and make me remember what this whole nutty scheme is all about. Thanks man!

Oh brother - pork and clams... The pig loves the clam. The clam loves the pig. I love them both. The three of us are very much in love. We are to be married in the spring. If you were able to inspect my handwriting at this point, you would see that at first I wrote "marred". I think I may be marred already.