DAY 13: Moldova And Out
The train rumbled into Bucharest at 8:22am. Cricket and I walked to the minibus station from where we could get a bus to the city of Galati. Why Galati? Because…
DAY 12: Czech Booking
I wanted to get to Vienna, the capital of Austria, as early as humanly possible. That meant getting off the train we were on (which was going to Vienna) in…
DAY 11: A Swiss Watch
I didn’t realise but the bus didn’t go to Nice, it went to Nice airport. Which isn’t served by a dedicated trainline. So Cricket and I had to walk in…
DAY 10: Ava Andorra
The guy behind the ticket counter in Salamanca thought we were mad. Yes we’d like to reserve tickets to Madrid and then onto Barcelona. “But the connection… you only have…
DAY 9: Panic In Portugal
Cricket and I got up super early for the first train to Paris, arriving Paris Nord around 9am and taking the Metropolitan to Monparess Station. There we tried to reserve…
DAY 8: The Highland Fling
At around 5pm I was awake again and we were coming into port in Holyhead. The first train to Chester and then the familiar Merseyrail to Lime Street Station, Liverpool.…
DAY 7: The Full English Dog’s Breakfast
The night bus to London rumbled out of Brussels a good half-hour after its scheduled departure time. It was past midnight before we got to the motorway to Calais. This…
DAY 6: Brussels Lout
The Eurolines bus we took from Marijampole to Warsaw was “exclusive class” and as far as this expedition was concerned it was the best thing since sliced bread: not just…
DAY 5: The Baltic Blitz
Arriving in Tallinn at half midnight was always going to be hilarious, but sadly no trains or buses matched my hectic schedule. That’s okay, get your head down weary traveller…
DAY 4: A Tale of Two Ferries
We arrived in Stockholm around 6am and headed straight for the ferry terminal. There we got tickets for the first ferry to Turku in Finland. We were asked if we…