Two's company, three's an irritation.

In Swapkomund we meet up with the guy joining the remainder of our trip, Mr Alexander. He's pleasant enough - a big, 6' 8", German fella, loud and likes the sound of his own voice. A lot. He's clearly used to being the centre of attention.

All is explained when we learn that he's a motivational speaker and entertainer. Back home he drives a gold Silver Shadow Rolls Royce. Under-statement is clearly not a part of his vocabulary and I'm already a bit concerned for the remainder of our trip.

It feels as though Shrek has joined our party.