Stumped by vicious Vikings

WE were motoring nicely, six teams down in three days in our happy experiment to see all 32 nations and then... yesterday.

Our first failure. The wheels haven’t quite come off the bus yet, but Joxer’s Hiace has, it must be said, coughed and spluttered to a standstill on the autobahn.

I arrived in Berlin after an uncomfortable eight-hour train journey from Munich and despite deciding to shimmy past Nuremburg and the English thousands, my trial was still ahead of me.