Pandemonium broke out in the bar as Earls leapt for the door, beers in hand, tripping over tables, chairs and themselves as they raced for the van before it disappeared for ever into Germany. Alan's smile vanished as the machine-gun toting border guards barred our progress, “Blast, foiled again”, and ordered Alan to park the van and everyone to get out. What was happening? Had our heroes' mission been betrayed by H. M. Government? Or perhaps another Morris Team? But their fears were unfounded, for the passports were returned and they were waved on, into Germany.

They arrived at Gabriele's in Bremen at 8.30 p.m., thanks to her written instructions, and sat down at the table to be presented with two large cream cakes (the first of many that we were to demolish that week) and tea. Then everyone split up to stay with their hosts, except Len and John who were to stay with Gabriele, and Mick who wasn't to meet his host until the next day.

Due to some skilful planning on the part of Len, Gabriele had a party that night, during which he went into ecstasies over the fondue sets and tea pot warmers - “Must get one of those to take back”, he repeated a hundred times. It was here that Mick first met with the strange German habit of hanging the light extremely low; every time he stood up he managed to collide with the lampshade, much to the amusement of everyone present.

After an excellent meal, during which the better part of a crate of beer was demolished (a fate not uncommon in Bremen that night; except for Andy who, politely declining beer on his first evening with his hosts, was presented with a bottle of brandy instead) it was finally time for bed.