Day 118: Er, Anyone seen my bag?
Today should have been a breeze - well timed connections marked my passage through Poland. My coach arrived half an hour early, so it wasn't even a rush to the…
Day 117: Kettles Of Fish
I emerged from the coach in the wee small hours to find myself in the rather attractive town of Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania. I was busy trying to suss…
Day 116: Arrested Development
The boat over to Tallinn was quick and easy and got me in to the capital of Estonia in fine fettle just around noon. I grabbed a cab across town…
Day 112: The Leaving of Liverpool
I awoke in my old bedroom, mid-morning. A rather strange sensation, I have to say. Is that it? Is it all over? That was easy!Oh, hang on... rub your eyes…
Day 111: The Five Nation Pub Crawl
Wow! I mean, really, wow!Today really started last night when I was met by my top chums from the old school, Lindsey and Michelle, in Euston Station. We only had…
Day 88: We’re Gonna Need A Bigger Coat
I had set my alarm for 6.30am to give me loads of time to wake up and get to the bus station for the bus for Montreal that left at…
Day 87: First We Take Manhattan
When I changed buses yesterday in Atlanta, I made a fatal error - I didn't push to the front of the queue. And so I and about fifteen other misfortunates…
Day 86: Greyhounded
Spent the day travelling up through Georgia pressing northwards towards Virginia. As we travelled, my mind turned to three things; Architecture, Americans, and Greyhound buses.I HATE GREYHOUND BUSES. The entire…
Day 85: Did You See Any Cubans?
As a wonderful final flourish, and as if to prove how much better Mexican bus services are compared to the American ones, my bus got to the border 45 minutes…
Day 84: Chilli Con Carnage
So the day was spent entirely at the mercy of the rather wonderful Mexican bus service. Leigh got off the bus somewhere in the middle of nowhere to climb a…