Surely that can't be *that* long-a trip is it? Anyway, I had Chris on the insurance as well, but not Mark as he was still 24 (or maybe 23 actually) and my insurance company wouldn't cover him. I did all the driving, except a couple of hours in Italy on the way to Monaco as the altitude and my lack of a plural amount of lungs unfortunately didn't get along very well. At one point I felt particulary bad, an we were in a stationary queue on the Autostrada (I think that's the right word?) so we swapped over. Normally, deep Recaros like the Clio had (not like the ones that are just manufacturers 'sports seats'with the word Recaro on), whilst being amazingly supportive, and VERY comfy for sitting in aren't really much good for sleeping in. I felt so shit though, that I literally got in, and I was asleep before my head hit my Cushtee hehe. I woke 2 hours later, felt better, took the car back, and carried on. We got to Monaco, were very, very disappointed in the fact it was a shithole, found a crap hotel, decided to just go home a day early as there was no point staying. I felt MUCH better the next day, and finally managed to eat for the first time in 3 days... Which made me even better, and super hungry and thirsty heh.
Aside from when I felt tired in the UK on the way home, and tired from being ill in Italy, I was ok for the rest of the journey. We'd have swapped in the UK, but Chris was in no better shape that I was, so we figured, if one of us is binning it then it should be me really, so we'd still be friends afterwards as he wouldn't have wrecked my car :-)