DAY 20: The Hellenic Republic
If things had gone to plan, I'd be well on my way to Silifke on the south cost of Turkey by now, ready to take the ferry over to Cyprus…
DAY 19: Doesn’t Mean You Have To Like It
My alarm went off at 5am.I turned it off. I had paid 70 bastard euros for this room, for €17.50 an hour I expect at least a tummy rub. The…
DAY 18: The Tragedy of Bari
Today was the day. Today was the day that would make or break The Eurodyssey Challenge.If I was to stand any chance of setting this Guinness World Record I had…
DAY 17: The Malteser
I'm always going to find waking up on a train exciting. It's just the way I'm programmed. And yet this morning's awakening included the extra excitement of waking up on…
DAY 16: 500 Metres To Popesville
We began the new month in high spirits as the bus crossed over the border into Croatia just after 3am and trundling through Croatia via Zagreb in no time at…
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…