📓 Journals Baltic States Road Trip 2026

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Nothing wrong with a little at-the-speed-limit motoring on a scenic backroad. The Emira is a multi-talented tool!

And I just noticed something when seeing the front of your car and reading about your parking lot scraping issues, maybe I missed this in an earlier post. Did you apply black PPF to cover up the bloody license plate holes you wound up with? If so, well done! If I didn't know your secret, I could have mistaken this for a styling "feature"! Looks fine!
 
And I just noticed something when seeing the front of your car and reading about your parking lot scraping issues, maybe I missed this in an earlier post. Did you apply black PPF to cover up the bloody license plate holes you wound up with? If so, well done! If I didn't know your secret, I could have mistaken this for a styling "feature"! Looks fine!
Yes. It's not even PPF its just cheap black gloss vinyl bought from Amazon for a few quid and cut to shape.
 

Day 16 & 17 - Middle of Nowhere, Saltvik, Åland (2,448 miles)​

We are up early in Turku for the 15-minute drive to the ferry terminal, with an 8am check-in for our sailing to Åland.

The ferry takes us through the maze of small islands scattered along the Finnish coast before eventually reaching open water and heading across the Baltic. Six hours later we arrive at Långnäs on Åland.

That's another 145 miles added to the trip by ferry, bringing the total distance travelled without the Emira actually moving under its own power to around 210 miles, once the ferries and Le Shuttle are included.

The ferry is only about 10% full, so there is plenty of space on both the car deck and upstairs. It feels more like we've chartered our own private ferry than caught a scheduled sailing.


Video: Ferry Turku to Åland

From the port of Långnäs we have a short drive to our accommodation, a quiet little cabin in the middle of nowhere about nine miles from Godby, Åland's main central town. Apart from the occasional passing car, there is barely a sign of anyone else. It's wonderfully peaceful.

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Photo: Emira parked in the middle of nowhere outside our cabin

We make a quick trip into Godby to pick up some supplies before returning to the cabin for a very relaxed evening. We cook a stir-fry, eat it sitting outside on the porch and then retire for the night to the sound of crickets.

The following morning is deliberately lazy. We have breakfast on the porch before driving out to explore in the afternoon.

Our first stop is the short drive to Geta Kyrka, although on an island this size nowhere is really a long drive. The church dates from the 15th century and is particularly notable for its separate wooden bell tower.

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Photo: Emira outside Geta Kyrka Belfry

From there we double back towards Godby and stop at Café Uffe På Berget. This sits on what I believe is the highest point on the island, with the main road passing through a tunnel underneath the rock on which the café stands.

There is also a rather impressive wooden viewing tower.

We have a drink and an ice cream before climbing the tower for some excellent views across the island. The tower moves slightly in the wind, which is a little disconcerting when you're standing at the top, although given that the entire thing is made from wood, I suppose some flexing is to be expected.

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Photo: Uffe På Berget Cafe and viewing tower (you see this later in the driving video too)

We then continue to Kastelholm Castle, which is considerably more impressive than Alatskivi Castle from a couple of days ago. It's fairly intact and has been extensively restored, with a particularly tall and imposing central keep.

Its location also makes perfect sense. The castle overlooks the surrounding waterways on three sides, giving its medieval occupants a pretty good view of anyone approaching.

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Photo: Kastelholm Castle Keep

From a driving perspective, Åland is an interesting place. The road network is remarkably good for such a small island, with four major roads in excellent condition apparently covering most of the territory, even the roads leading to out of the way places are excellent. More importantly, the roads are almost completely deserted. The only real traffic we encounter is the queue of cars coming off the ferry.

Åland is extremely flat and, while there are a few twisty sections, the speed limits are very low on anything other than the main roads. Even then, we're generally limited to around 55 mph. So this isn't exactly Lotus territory.

Instead, we cruise around at a leisurely pace and enjoy the scenery. The combination of empty roads, good surfaces, pleasant scenery and virtually no traffic does make for relaxing driving.


Video: Some Åland roads

By early evening we're back at the cabin for another chilled-out evening. I make another trip into Godby, this time to pick up some wine; there isn't exactly a huge selection. There are plenty of beers, but I suspect there can't be too many serious wine drinkers on Åland.

Later that night something rather curious happens.

We're sitting in the cabin when we hear the squeal of brakes followed by the sound of a car reversing. The Emira is parked where it can just about be seen from the road, so I suspect someone has spotted it.

Sure enough, a car slowly drives past again, with a phone being held out of the window taking photographs of the Emira.

It seems that even in the middle of nowhere, the Lotus still manages to attract attention.

The next day, Sunday, in the afternoon we have a ferry to catch, so we pack up again, leave the cabin in the morning and head into Mariehamn, the capital of Åland.

Our first stop is the Åland Islands Art Museum. It's relatively small but quite good, with several exhibitions as well as a historical and cultural section covering the islands. It's an interesting introduction to the place we've been driving around for the last couple of days.

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Photo: Going to Heaven like Whatever – Carl-Johan Listherby

We then head into central Mariehamn for breakfast.

Once again, the Emira proves to be something of a local attraction. Several people stop to look at it and I end up answering questions about the car yet again.

The next gallery on our list is closed on Sundays, despite Google confidently telling us that it should be open.

This isn't the first time we've encountered this on our travels. We had exactly the same problem on our trip around Wales. Google opening hours seem occasionally to be less "opening hours" and more "a rough suggestion".

We move on to Salt, a local arts and crafts shop. It's very attractive but also rather expensive. There are a few things we like, but nothing quite enough to justify the prices.

Next door we discover the Mariehamn Maritime Museum.

It's fairly small and inexpensive, with an interesting video about a local shipbuilder who constructs boats using traditional skills and techniques. Beyond that there isn't a huge amount to see, but it turns out to be a very useful discovery for another reason.

While we're inside, the heavens open.

This isn't a passing shower. It's a proper Finnish rainstorm.

Fortunately, the museum provides some shelter, so we wait for a while and hope it improves. Eventually, however, we have a ferry to catch and there's no avoiding it.

We make a dash for the car and drive the 20 minutes to the ferry terminal through torrential rain.

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Photo: Our ferry arriving

We have really enjoyed our couple of days on Åland. If you're looking for somewhere peaceful for a genuinely relaxing break, it's difficult to imagine somewhere better. The island often feels almost deserted, the roads are quiet and the pace of life is wonderfully slow.

The downside is that there simply isn't a huge amount to do.

For us, two days is probably about right. It's been a great place to slow down for a couple of days in the middle of a fairly hectic road trip, but I'm not sure we'd need much longer.

Now it's back onto the ferry and onwards to our next destination.

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Photo: About to embark.
 

Day 18 - Stockholm, Sweden (2,712 miles)​

We arrive in Stockholm by ferry in the evening, adding another 65 miles to our sea mileage and bringing the total distance travelled without putting any miles on the Emira to 275.

We have a very nice, large city-centre apartment for a surprisingly reasonable price. Most importantly, it has a washing machine.

This is significant.

After nearly three weeks on the road, the apartment is quickly transformed with drying underwear festooned everywhere. We can get 2 weeks of luggage in the Emira - but 3 weeks is pushing it.

We also take the opportunity to fill the Emira with fuel in Sweden. We'd only put the minimum amount into the car in Finland because of the eye-watering Finnish fuel prices. We'll need another fill-up before we leave Sweden too as Danish fuel prices are even worse.

Once we've checked in and started the first load of washing, we take a quick walk around the area before retiring for the night.

The following morning we start with a drive through Stockholm's old town, Gamla Stan, before heading to our first destination: ABBA The Museum.

This one is primarily for my girlfriend, but I have to admit that I find it quite interesting too. It's very well done and there's plenty to see, although it is absolutely jam-packed with visitors, which makes it somewhat less enjoyable even for my better half (who loathes crowds).

From there we walk around the corner to Liljevalchs, one of Stockholm's contemporary art galleries. We're particularly lucky today because admission is free.

The first exhibition is Ylva Snöfrid: The House of the Muses.

And this is very, very weird.

It's spread over 13 large rooms, with each one apparently representing a different story and/or phase of life and/or question and, somehow, a tarot card. I'm not entirely sure I've understood what we're supposed to be taking from it, but it is certainly unusual.

Weird, but interesting and worth seeing.

The other exhibition is When We See Us: A Century of Black Figuration in Painting. This is an exhibition featuring paintings by African and African-diaspora artists. Although the theme is centred around black life and identity, there's a huge amount of variety in the styles and subjects.

Another worthwhile exhibition.

We then drive back through the Old Town to Konsthantverkarna, an arts and crafts gallery founded 75 years ago by a collaboration of artists.

Unfortunately our schedule means we miss the special 75th-anniversary exhibition by exactly one day, and half the gallery is currently closed while they dismantle it.

There are some lovely ceramics on display, but unfortunately the prices are well beyond what we'd be prepared to pay. We see several pieces we like but not that much.

There are several other galleries in that area too that we'd hoped to visit, but unfortunately it's Monday and they're all closed.

Time to leave Stockholm.

We head across Sweden towards our overnight stop, with a long drive ahead of us. Before settling into the motorway, though, we make a stop at Gripsholm Castle.

It's a very impressive building, although I'd probably describe it as a grand stately home that happens to look like a castle rather than a traditional castle.

It is enormous, with 85 rooms to explore, and we dutifully work our way through them.

The first few dozen rooms are fascinating, with huge amounts of oak panelling, furniture and historic portraits. By the time we reach room number 47, however, we're beginning to suffer from what I can only describe as castle fatigue.

Oak panelling.

Portraits.

Another room.

More oak panelling.

More portraits.

Eventually we accelerate our progress through the second half of the castle and make our escape back to the Emira.

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Photo: Gripsholm Castle

We still have a lot of ground to cover today, so from here it's predominantly motorway driving.

Eventually we reach our destination: a cabin on the island of Torsö, on the shores of Lake Vänern, the largest lake in Europe. The cabin is wonderfully quaint and cosy, with fantastic views across the lake. The friendly owner greets us and we have a quick chat about the area and the cabin - she’s a weaver and the cabin is her old workshop. She loves the Emira and so we also chat about that for a while (she has perfect English).

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Photo: Cabin on Torsö overlooking Lake Vänern

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Photo: Lake Vänern

We're up at 6am tomorrow, so it's an early night.


Video : Torsö Bridge
 
Union jack flying on your cabin on Torso? Boats available to use?
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The Union Jacks were a nice touch by the owner, so we could find the cabin as we drove up. There was another at the end of the drive leading to the cabin.

You can hire boats there, from a different wharf an couple of minutes walk from there - those boats in the photo belong to one of the residents.
 

Day 19 - Gothenburg, Sweden (3,076 miles)​

We leave our cabin on Torsö early this morning and, rather than taking the motorway south towards Gothenburg, decide to spend the morning taking a more scenic route.

Unfortunately, there don't turn out to be any particularly spectacular driving roads along this part of Sweden. There are plenty of nice bends and some attractive scenery, but nothing that really makes the Emira work particularly hard. Still, it's a much more pleasant way to travel than sitting on a motorway and there are plenty of things to see along the way.

Our first stop is Mariestad, where we drive through the old town and harbour district. It's a very pretty little town, with some lovely old buildings and good views across Lake Vänern.

From there we continue through Hällekis and then climb up to the Utsikten, or Kinnekulle "balcony", viewpoint.

The views from the top are spectacular, looking out across the surrounding countryside and Lake Vänern. I took several photos here but none came out well.

We then follow the shoreline of the lake through Källby and Lidköping, again driving through the old town, before continuing towards Trollhättan.

We stopped in Lidköping and had a quick walk around the old town square, pleasant but not much to see really.

Eventually we rejoin the motorway for the final push south into Gothenburg.

Unfortunately, our timing isn't ideal for the art scene. It seems that almost every art gallery in Sweden closes on Monday and Tuesday, and Gothenburg is no exception. We have a drive around the city instead, which confirms that Gothenburg is a pretty city, although the seemingly endless roadworks make driving around it something of a chore.

Our main destination is the recently opened World of Volvo.

This isn't your conventional motor museum. Obviously there is a substantial collection of historic Volvo cars, but there is also a lot devoted to car design and, particularly, Volvo's approach to safety. There are displays explaining how various safety features have developed over the years, along with plenty about Volvo's commercial and industrial vehicles, including their heavy machinery and marine operations.

It's certainly an interesting museum and, overall, I think it's worth visiting.

My main criticism is that some of the exhibits aren't explained in enough depth. There are some fascinating pieces on display, but I'd often have liked considerably more information about them and the engineering behind them.

It also occasionally feels rather like one very large advertisement for Volvo.

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Photo: Volvo Rally Car

We still have some time to kill before our final ferry of the road trip, which leaves at 1:30pm. With about an hour and a half available, we head to Universeum, Gothenburg's interactive science museum.

We only have time to see part of it, but manage to visit the mathematics exhibition—of particular interest to Sarah, given that she teaches maths—as well as the Space and Human Body sections.

It's pretty good, but the highlight is undoubtedly the enormous indoor rainforest. It's a floor-to-ceiling tropical environment complete with plants, water and all the atmosphere you'd expect from a rainforest, despite being in the middle of Gothenburg.

It's almost worth the admission price just to see that.

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Photo: Universium Rainforest

And then it's time to leave Sweden.

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Photo: Queued for the ferry in Gothenburg

We head down to the ferry terminal and board our final ferry of the trip, crossing from Gothenburg to Denmark.


Video: Ferry Sweden to Denmark
 

Day 20 - Aalborg, Denmark and Hamburg, Germany (3,400 miles)​

Our final ferry of the trip takes us from Sweden into Denmark, adding another 60 miles to our sea mileage and bringing the total distance travelled without a tyre actually touching the road to 335 miles.

The ferry starts 45 minutes late, eventually arriving in Frederikshavn at around 8pm. We then have another hour's drive south to Aalborg, where we're meeting an old friend.

He's clearly been expecting us because there is already a meal waiting on the table when we arrive, along with some homemade Danish pastries made with cherries from his garden.

They are absolutely delicious.

He also owns a bar in Aalborg, so after wolfing down dinner and having a quick refresh, we head out for last orders.

It's great to see him again and catch up properly. I actually met him last year when I was driving my repaired Emira back from the Arctic in Stockholm, but this is the first time in 26 years that Sarah has seen him.

We spend the evening at his pub, The Wharf, which is highly recommended if you're ever in Aalborg. It's a very friendly place with a genuinely international crowd. Leo, the Dutch bar manageress, is great company too.

Aalborg harbour is also rather lovely at night, so after a few drinks we eventually wander back late over the bridge and he puts us up for the night in his spare room.

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Photo: Parked up for the night in Aalborg

We are up reasonably early the next morning for a quick breakfast and a little more catching up before hitting the road. Today is going to be all about covering the miles, as we're both back at work on Monday.

So, inevitably, it's motorway all the way.

It's been raining overnight and the roads are wet when we set off. For a while things improve, but then, just north of Kolding, the heavens open.

And I mean really open.

For about an hour the driving conditions are appalling. The spray reduces visibility to just a few car lengths and it's not really possible to avoid puddles because there aren't puddles anymore—there's effectively a continuous sheet of water covering the road.

I slow right down, as do most of the other drivers. It's one of those occasions staying pointing in the right direction is the priority.

Eventually the rain eases and, as we cross properly into Germany, the weather improves again.

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Photo: Every time we stop the Emira attracts an audience.

The autobahn is still wet and extremely busy, but at least we're back to making reasonable progress. After around six hours we reach Hamburg, where we make a short stop.

We visit Deichtorhallen for a contemporary photography exhibition. It's a welcome break from the motorway and gives us the chance to stretch our legs before getting back into the car. The exhibition is, let’s say interesting; there’s a fine line sometimes between art and porn, often in Germany that line is a bit further over than you would find elsewhere.

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After another hour and a half of driving, we finally leave the traffic behind and head along the North Sea coast for another hour or so. Our destination is a lovely guest house in what feels like the middle of absolutely nowhere.
 
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Day 21 - Amsterdam, Netherlands (3,714 miles) - Part 1
The next morning we leave our lovely North Sea coast guest house and head into the Netherlands, with our first stop being Harlingen, a lovely old harbour town on the Dutch coast.

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Photo: Emira parked in Harlingen Harbour

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Photo: Harlingen Harbour Bridge

We'd actually come here specifically to visit two art galleries we'd found on Google and which were both recommended. Prior experience meant we'd even checked the opening hours and made sure they still existed before setting off.

Naturally, neither of them was open.

One doesn't open at all during August and the other had apparently closed down a year or more ago.

So much for our research.

Fortunately, we discover the Harlingen Museum, which makes the trip worthwhile. It has a decent collection of art relating to the town and surrounding area, as well as a good exhibition about Harlingen's history. The town was once a major centre for the whaling industry so there’s a lot of information about that.

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Photo: Gezicht op de Noordenhaven, circa 1960 - Unknown Artist

There's also a temporary exhibition by a local artist, Tonny Holsbergen,showing drawings from her travels around the Middle East. It's a relatively small exhibition but very enjoyable and well worth seeing.

From Harlingen take the long-way round and we head south-west and drive across the Afsluitdijk, the enormous sea wall incorporating a motorway. The dike was constructed both to turn the former inland part of the North Sea - the Zuiderzee - into the enclosed lake - the IJsselmeer - for land reclamation and also to protect a lot of the rest of the Netherlands from North Sea flooding.


Video: Driving the Afsluitdijk, very boring and mostly straight - but North Sea on the right and the IJsselmeer on the left, a massive civil engineering project.

Eventually we arrived at our hotel in central Amsterdam in the early evening. This is by far the most expensive accommodation of the entire trip. Amsterdam isn't exactly cheap.

I leave the Emira parked outside the hotel entrance while I quickly go into reception to get the instructions for accessing the room and finding the private car park. Once I've got the information, I return to the car and start unpacking.

As we're doing this, the concierge comes rushing out.

He'd forgotten to tell us that we needed to park in bay Hotel-7.

At the time, this seems like a fairly trivial detail.

It turns out to be one of the most important pieces of information I've been given on the entire trip.

We finish unloading and I drive around the back of the hotel, down a narrow street and into the private car park, where I put the Emira into the designated Hotel-7 space.

We relax in the room for a while and freshen up as a heavy shower passes over Amsterdam. Once it clears a little, we head out for a late-evening wander around the old town and De Wallen, Amsterdam's famous red-light district.

There are certainly a few "ladies in windows", but what strikes me more is the sheer number of coffee shops. In case you don’t know, "coffee shops" are cannabis cafés. They're everywhere, and most seem to be doing a very brisk trade.

No photos of the ladies for you unfortunately - they really don’t like you taking pictures here.

After a stroll around seeing the sights we wander back to the hotel and retire for the night.

The rain returns soon afterwards and continues throughout the night, accompanied by a proper thunderstorm.
 
Day 22 - Amsterdam, Netherlands (3,714 miles) - Part 2
The next morning I'm in for a bit of a shock.

I walk around to the back of the hotel, down the same narrow street and turn into the car park.

At first I do a double-take because something is different and it looks as though someone has dumped leaves all over my car.

Then I realise that the large tree I'd parked next to has come down during the storm.

Right across the car park. And right next to the Emira.

I look at the parking spaces and suddenly realise just how lucky we've been.

If I'd parked in Hotel-6, immediately next to where the Emira is sitting, the car would have been flattened.

The silver Peugeot parked in Hotel-5 hasn't been so lucky. Its rear end has been crushed by the tree. I hear later that it was a brand-new car and the owner had only just got it.

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Photo: My Emira parked in bay Hotel-7

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Photo: Fallen tree across Hotel-6

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Photo: Fallen tree in the car park

Nothing was parked in the spaces on the other side of the carpark either, so fortunately there are no other casualties.

It's genuinely just luck.

Lucky that the concierge arbitrarily chose Hotel-7 for me.

Lucky that I followed his instructions.

And lucky that the tree decided to fall to the left rather than the right.

After a strong cup of tea to calm my nerves, we head out for the day.

Our first stop is the STRAAT Museum, an enormous exhibition of street art - so basically graffiti.
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Photo: STRAAT Museum

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Photo: Just one of many pieces of street art at STRAAT Museum

This turns out to be the highlight of the entire holiday for me (assuming, of course, that avoiding having my Lotus flattened by a tree doesn't count as a highlight).

The exhibition is huge in almost every sense. The building itself is enormous, a converted industrial warehouse, and the artwork is displayed on vast wall sections just as you might encounter it on the street.

The quality and variety of the work is fantastic. There are some incredibly creative pieces and the scale of some of the murals is extraordinary.

We spend almost three hours there.

I actually walk around the museum three times, and every time I see things I'd missed on the previous circuit. It's worth looking closely at the artwork because many of the pieces contain hidden items, characters or motifs that aren't obvious at first glance.

I think it's worth making the trip to Amsterdam just to visit this museum. It's that good.

We reluctantly leave when my parking ticket is getting close to expiring and next head to Fabrique des Lumières, an immersive light and video experience.

Essentially, Fabrique des Lumières is a huge converted industrial building with video projections covering practically every wall, floor and surface while visitors sit or stand amongst the projections.

It's similar in concept to the Van Gogh Immersive Experience we saw earlier in the trip, although this venue is considerably larger.

They have various shows on and alternate between them all. The exhibition when we visit is dinosaurs, so we're essentially surrounded by “Walking With Dinosaurs” on enormous 30-foot projections around the walls. It's entertaining and impressive on the scale, although I'm not sure I'd make a special trip for it.

Afterwards we head into central Amsterdam in search of a pancake house.

This turns out to be a mistake.

Google Maps sends us into the narrow roads and one-way maze of the canal district. After several U-turns, doubling back and rerouting because of no-entry streets and lorries blocking the road, we eventually give up.

We do, however, learn something important about driving in Amsterdam.

The cyclists rule the roads.

Everything else is expected to get out of their way.

And the pedestrians appear to have collectively decided that they are immune to injury and are completely oblivious to their surroundings.

We eventually just give up, park and just walk to the nearest café.

Of course, they serve pancakes anyway.

Late in the afternoon we return to the car and face the cyclists and pedestrians once again on the drive back to the hotel.

At one point a woman steps directly into the road with her child without looking, forcing me into an emergency stop. She then turns around and smiles at me.

Lady, it's no good smiling at me after I've just had to stand on the brakes because you've stepped into the road with your child without looking. If I hadn't already been covering the brake and anticipating exactly this sort of behaviour, I might have ended up running your child over.

We get back to the hotel to find the tree reduced by chainsaw to a pile of neat logs and a lot of saw dust. My Emira now parked in the car park as far away as possible from any remaining trees.

That evening we have another wander around the old town and De Wallen.

It's Friday night now, so the place is considerably busier than it was earlier in the week, with stag parties seemingly making up a significant proportion of the population.

We stop for a drink before eventually heading back to the hotel.

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Photo: Another rainy night in Amsterdam
 
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Please not another breakdown !!!
Or crash, I was going to say before I read your latest near misadventure. Lucky number 7! :) And a strong cup of tea would not have been my first choice if something like that had happened to me!
 
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Isnt this the 2nd tree your car has narrowly avoided?
 

Day 23 - Rotterdam, Netherlands (3,854 miles)​

We start our morning in Amsterdam with fresh Danish pastries and a cup of tea in the room for the second time. The pastries are straight out of the oven from a local supermarket I'd discovered nearby in Amsterdam, so we have one last leisurely breakfast before packing up the (uncrushed) Emira for the final day of the holiday.

Our first stop is the Metropole Museum in Druten.

There are around 400 cars in the museum, plus another 100 or so restored cars for sale in a separate showroom. Some of the cars for sale have prices that can only really be described as astronomical, although there are a few that seem surprisingly good value.

There’s a Lotus Elan 2+2 in the museum along with another two for sale, a Europa and an Excel.

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Photo: Elan 2+2 on display.

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Photo: Europa for sale.
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Photo: Ferrari 250 GTB


The museum is quite extensive. I spend nearly three hours wandering around looking at the cars and motorcycles. There are also trucks and buses, but by this point I decide that Sarah has probably been patient enough and skip those sections.

The Emira gets plenty of attention outside too. It's funny how your parking skills completely desert you when you realise someone is standing there filming you trying to park.

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Photo: Emira outside the Metropole Museum, the RS turned up later.

We then head into Rotterdam for our final art gallery of the trip, the Rotterdam Kunsthal.

It's a huge contemporary art museum consisting of six large exhibition halls. Unfortunately, we arrive with limited time before closing at 5pm, so we only manage to see two of them.

The first is an exhibition of work by Helen Levitt, a photographer best known for her photographs of everyday life in New York, along with some work from Mexico City.

The exhibition covers from the 1920s and the Depression right through to the 1990s.

What makes it particularly interesting is that it isn't really about famous people or major historical events. It's about ordinary people simply getting on with their lives.

Looking through the photographs you can see how much has changed over the decades, but also how much hasn't. People still gather on street corners, children still play in the street and people still find ways to entertain themselves with very little.

The second exhibition is Flowers Forever, exploring the way flowers have been represented in art throughout the centuries.

This exhibition is particularly good, with a huge variety of colourful and interesting works; not just paintings but sculptures and installations too.q

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Photo: Honey Flower - Maximilian Prüfer (2022)

Unfortunately, closing time arrives before we can see the remaining four halls.

And then it's finally time to head for our last hotel of the trip. Tonight we're staying somewhere a little different. The SS Rotterdam.

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Photo: SS Rotterdam

The ship is a former cruise liner that has been permanently moored in Rotterdam and converted into a hotel.

It's a fun place to stay but once you're in the cabin, though, the novelty is perhaps slightly less dramatic. Apart from the portholes instead of conventional windows, as the ship is permanently moored it could ultimately be almost any hotel room.
 
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Day 24 - Home, UK (4,118 miles)​

And finally, the last day.

After three weeks on the road, today is all about getting home. We both have work on Monday, so there isn't much time for sightseeing or scenic detours today. It's simply motorway through the Netherlands, across Belgium and into France before the final LeShuttle crossing from Calais.

Slowly the number of other UK registration plates we see increases.

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Photo: We met a 7 driver at Calais just as we go to board, he was with a group of Caterhams touring Europe but he’d lost them.

Our scheduled train is at 5pm, but I'd paid extra for a "Plus" ticket, which is supposed to give us some flexibility and allow us to travel up to four hours before or after our booked departure.

Unfortunately, this is the second time I've tried to use the flexibility that I paid extra for and, once again, we're told that we can't travel early because "all the slots are booked".

I'm beginning to wonder exactly what the point of the Plus ticket is.

After speaking to LeShuttle Customer Service, we're offered the opportunity to bring our departure forward by an hour for an additional €60. And apparently I can't do that with the Plus ticket I've already paid extra for.

But I can do it if I pay another €60.

Sarah wants to get home early so she can get everything ready for Monday, so we reluctantly pay the extra and head towards customs when our "letter" is called.

Only to discover that our train is now delayed by two hours.

So that €60 was money well spent.

We eventually board the Shuttle six hours after arriving at Calais. At least we're finally on our way home.

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Photo: On LeShuttle back to the UK.

Twenty minutes later we emerge from the tunnel in Folkestone and swap the traditional pre-driving mantra: "Drive on the Right" becomes "Drive on the Left".

A couple of hours later we're finally back home.

Over 4,000 miles in the Emira without a hitch. Art galleries, museums and craft shops, ferries, some amazing scenery, lots of OK roads, some fantastic roads, some truly awful roads, old friends, plenty of bottles of red wine, weird foreign sweets, torrential rain, thunderstorms, a fallen tree that very nearly turned the Emira into modern art, a few dubious parking manoeuvres and more than a few interesting encounters with other petrolheads.

And, of course, plenty of attention for the Emira wherever we went.

The car has been absolutely brilliant throughout the trip. Comfortable enough to spend long days in, practical enough to carry everything we needed and, when we did find a decent road, exactly the car I wanted to be driving.

Most importantly, unlike my previous Scandinavian adventure, this one actually finished successfully.
 
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