The run for home. We left my uncles after an early breakfast and drove to Basel where we stopped for an hour or so to look round the town. After filling up with petrol and getting a ticking off for turning left over a solid white line, we headed for Ludwigshafen. Turned left for Saarbrucken and then got held up for an hour and a half due to somebody aquaplaning after some rain and going through the central barrier which launched him through both sides of a lorry trailer and scattered himself across 2 fields. Steve reckons that somewhere along the line my front number plate fell off and I had to stop and do a bodge repair on it. From Saarbrucken we went into Luxembourg and were chasing a British registered Hillman avenger when I noticed that the rev counter said we had 6,000 RPM, which was a bit above the red lineso I had to slow down. Bearing in mind that 2 weeks before we had struggled to do 50 on the level, 90 MPH uphill was a great improvement.
While I had hoped to stop in Luxembourg City for an hour or so, by the time I had found a parking place, I was nearly at the French border, so we drove on reaching the hoverport in the early hours of Saturday morning. Steve went to find a bench in the Hoverport, while I slept in the car. At any rate we were first in the queue for the next morning.
