This was not a day to be messed with — a ferry to catch and one final, bloody long drive across the mainland to get there.
For some, the day kicked off with a pre-7am beach dash, while others toured the southern tip of Gibraltar — a curious mix of crumbling military relics, shipping container chaos, and top-tier tourist tat.
Then: back on the road for one last push across the Iberian peninsula. A variety of routes through Andalusia offered a choice: coastal breezes or mountain sweeps. But let’s be honest — nobody had time for heroic detours. Between scenic bocadillerías and reliable motorway services, lunch was functional and fleeting. The real prize awaited in Valencia: a dockside Dumball rave and the overnight ferry to Mallorca.
With the ferry departing at 11pm and docking at 7am, you’d think options for onboard entertainment might be limited. But this is Dumball. Give a Dumballer a mic, and suddenly we’ve got a floating festival on our hands. One of the outer decks became our final karaoke arena — stars above, sea breeze all around, and a backing track of confused car alarms from the decks below.
It was one last hurrah on the European mainland. Mallorca, here we come.
