I just had to drive to just past Ibiza town (shock horror) as Mr N decided we dont have enough paint, I got so nervous, gif the runs, had to Google map the place then count the roads, but I found it OK, but was dreading coming back with all the hippie market traffic, but nice man in paint shop showed me a back lane to the motor way. All's fine and I quite enjoyed it. My MP3 had run out of battery and I need my music but found an Elvis tape "King creole" in glove box (obviously for such emergencies)brought back such memories of when I was about 15!