As Miami draws nearer, the cumulative effect of the riding and the tiredness becomes more debilitating. And then the final 3 electric storms to contend with. In the space of 3 hours we get soaked, dried, soaked, dried, soaked and dried.
We arrive at Ibercondor, our air freighter, without a hitch. It is 6pm. We are knackered, filthy, heads buzzing with lack of sleep. Our American leg has taken just over 7 days and 6,777 miles.