After plenty cups of tea, banter and a bottle of wine we slept like babies as Tracy kept guard.
Started early and rotated half-hour hitching shifts with the girls, then had the inspired idea of sending Antonio at Tele Madrid a photo of our plight.
Antonio promptly interrupted his show to urge the people of Madrid to sort it out and give us a lift, posting our picture on the big screen behind him.
Half an hour later we were on our way thanks to a chap called Sesa - whose speedo never dropped below 130kmph - who took us half of the 600km stretch to Malaga, where my dad lives, and dropped us opposite an old bullring near a decent place to eat.
Then we met the lovely Reyna, one of the bravest women I know for picking up two funky-smelling Englishmen who had just spent three hours at the roadside. Bless you dear.
After a very pleasant drive taking us most of the way to another gorgeous town - Cordoba - we had a drink with her friends before whipping The Thumb out for the final leg down to Malaga - and some much needed rest at my dad’s. And it was only 10pm!