Honestly.  Pleased as punch.    Finishing would have been better, obviously, but I couldn't imagine being prouder of what I achieved.  Even dropping out (which I did twice!) is a treasured memory.   The weird (sadly brief) friendships I made, like the poor French Ambulance driver who could speak no English, and got a rendition of my school hymn "Coeur de Jesus"; the bunch of Germans (one of whom was Japanese) I rode with on an off for two days.  The wonderful Taiwanese woman, whom I nearly became good friends with but sullied it by abandoning her.  Yeah, that one still hurts.  She was slower on the road, I needed more sleep. So we held each other up.  Unfortunately by the time I bit the bullet and said we should separate, it was too late for both of us.
Yup, I want to do it again, but finish.  I couldn't qualify for PBP this year.  I was ok with that, because I knew if I couldn't do a 600 in the time, I wouldn't finish.  So LEL, I guess.  The Australian variants look way too hard for me to attempt.