Don't go to Germany if you want any fun.

In fact don't go there at all. Just boycott it.

Germany have consistently bothered the Dumball. Of course, we blame the idiots on the Gumball for that.

This morning, while japing around with the Belgium police (who we love. The first thing they said to us was 'you will no problems here', they let Smalley drive their car, and gave us a through-red-light escort to the motorway) they got a phone call from 'the german government'. Apparently if we even attempt to enter Germany, they will immediately impound our cars. 'Thanks'. Not even a call from head of the UK IPA helped.

Now it's not as if we didn't ask nicely. We contacted the embassy many months ago, explaining our official non-race, non-rally status and that we're doing it all for War Child. They replied, politely, but firmly, stating that they would 'not be offering any assistance'. Then, on the morning we were due to enter, with 100 beds in Munich booked, they take their ball and go home.

But the Dumball's got it's own ball. After our first petrol stop (with only one minor repair to be made so far) we formulate a plan- for the first time, the Dumball route is officially entering France, Switzerland (they're neutral. It should be fine), Italy and possibly Liechtenstein. How civilised.

We're heading for somewhere called Mulhouse near the Swiss border. We wanted to go a lot further today, but that's where the accommodation was easier to find. So a short 400 mile jaunt today.

Leaving just 600 miles up, over and down the Alps to Zagreb tomorrow...