Diary 17. Soggy Bottom

No, Matt hasn't soiled himself again, but we are both wet, cold, hungry, and not completely sure we're actually in Spain. It's been raining for nearly a week now, and we're fed up. Not because we wanted Spain to provide us with much needed relaxing sunshine, though that is true, but because the van has proven itself STILL not to be watertight, despite all the hard work and money that went into attempting to make it drier than the Sahara inside. Neither of us have slept in 2 nights. The first night we didn't sleep we had been up watching a film (Pursuit of Happyness for those who are wondering), along with all it's special features that the leisure battery could handle. We decided to have a little snack and a cigarette (I'm giving up after my birthday, I swear!), and just as we were shining the torch around to make sure we had the blankets straight and the crumbs out of the bed, Matt thought he saw a drip from the ceiling. So we watched, we waited, a...