Ever had the feeling that you’re out of place somehow? Not unwanted or marginalised; you’re just in a space where you don’t belong. It happens to the best of us at one point or another, so don’t worry if you’re pretending that it has never occurred to you.

The lady at the gate looks me in the eye and smiles slightly, arching just one corner of her mouth. 'No drones en Córdoba,' she tells me, her voice's volume flirting with impoliteness. I glance at her hands still inside my rucksack, then meet her gaze, as steadfast as the two pillars framing her round face.

Ask me if I liked Granada and I will genuinely tell you that I did. I’ll probably stop for a few seconds to remember what I saw – 3 weeks into this journey, I have to admit that my mind struggles to distinguish one place from another – before coming back to you with a smile and saying, “Oh yes, I loved it.”

Our journey to Malaga was nothing short of an epic adventure. As we navigated our 3.5-tonne motorhome, we found ourselves in a dramatic showdown with Storm Ciaran.

Dear extraterrestrial comrade, greetings. It is I, the machine, the van, motorhome, the two-bedroom flat on six wheels, engaging in this one-sided conversation.