Joe: Mission Impossible

At this point it seems that no monkey would be able to reach Gibraltar alone. Skoll was the unluckiest of the bunch, forced to retire from the race by treacherous spaniards. Bob has managed to fuck his credit card and would be stuck here penniless without me.

As for myself, my steed is currently burning gasolin at the rate of 4.5l/100km. Burning is misleading term since apprx. half of it is spent to rich the weak soil of Spain. Since the leak has become bigger, I'd probably be in the middle of Sierra Madre national park without Bob lending some gasolin.

With more than 4800km with my monkey, this trip begins to look like huge amount of miscalculations and optimism. But what the hell, tomorrow I'll reach Gibraltar. Hopefully there will be a monkey parade.

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