It's a day to day account of travelling by car, through France, Portugal and Spain, with 2 companions. Encountering various people who helped us along the way, from one random adventure to another, playing football for a local team in Portugal, but ending up in Southern Spain and encountering the various ex pats who were trying to settle there.

Monday 1st March 1970 After finally getting all the sails back, window replaced and everything in working order and all previous cargoes sold off, funds available, we were ready to sail to Gibraltar, with one ‘paying’ passenger, Anita, a quite attractive lady, Ralph’s wife, aged about 50, who had a flat in Estepona and where Nikki sometimes went for a bath and have her hair done. ( I can’t remember If I ever went there, but it wasn’t far from Ralph’s bar, where I’d firs...