Day Fourteen Friday 1st October

8 am, after a nights rest tempers are now calm and everybody rested. We decide to make our way for another very long drive to Adaana where the rest of the convoy is now heading. It seems that we have been playing catch up for two days now, and not quite doing so. But we must keep moving otherwise we will not be able to catch up at all. The convoy members ahead cannot wait for us as they are tied to a timetable for official receptions and press conferences to raise the awareness. Also local dignitories are waiting to meet them who cannot be kept waiting.
Adaana is again a very long way away around 7 hours drive. No one is looking forward to another marathon but we must struggle on. We have had very little food for the last two days and tiredness is now setting in very firmly. Morale amongst some of the new convoyers is getting very low. It seems there is no end to the endless driving, but it is our job to support them as best as we can.
I move into one of the busses nicknamed the green goblin because its green. It is driven by a good frind of mine called Hughe form London a graphic designer. He is the man who designs all the VP t shirts. Hugh has driven the green goblin all the way from London and needs some company. It will be a pleasure to be with him, we get on really well together.
After a long and gruelling day of yet another marathon , we arrive in Adaana where we are given a fantastic reception at the end of the motorway. Hundreds and hundreds of people give us a much needed boost. Food and flowers are given to us and we are treated like celebs. Its very heartwarming and makes all our efforts worthwhile. 30 minutes later we are joined by the rest of the convoy. It seems that we have eventually been re united as a whole complete convoy again. Hugs and kisses are exchanged we are all very much releived to be together again.
From here we are all escorted by the local ploice who take us to a yet another sports complex, and yet another massive reception with at least 400 people who have come out to recieve us. More food and flowers await us. There is a press conference and speeches are made. We are met by some of the survivors of the flotilla taatcks on board the Mavi Marmara. Widows of some of those killed welcome us and tell us how much it meant to them that we are not giving up on the bigger cause to play our part in helpng to free Palestine. We promise that we would not give up and that the deaths of their dear ones will not go in vain. We owe it to our comrades who gave their life blood for the cause.
Its very very hot again and we crash out on the floor of the sports centre.