Gummy bears, orange juice Legend staring Tom Hardy squared. I have been sat on this coach for the last eight hours and I am nowhere near reaching my destination. I therefore plan to dose up on sugar and stare out the window as Belgium becomes Luxembourg, inching closer and closer to my final stop, Prague.
Here I am on the road again, which to anyone that knows me will come as no surprise. Yesterday was my last day at work for the next 2-weeks and I was so excited last night I barely slept.
We’re half way through the year and I’ve been to Italy twice, eating some of the best food of my entire life, and making friends and memories along the way.
This time my travels take me to Central and Eastern Europe, to four countries I’ve never been to before. Czech Republic, Poland, Hungary and Serbia.
Being in an inevitably uncomfortable coach scenario (no matter how hard you try, it will never be comfortable. Fact.) makes me realise how much I live up to that ‘awkward/ polite Brit stereotype’ I’ve probably said thank you more times during the duration of this journey than I have for the amounts of cups of tea I’ve been made in my lifetime.
Being confined to a seat for over 16 hours, by choice, also makes me question my life decisions. My back hurts, I’ve loaded up on travel sickness tablets that make you drowsy and I really REALLY am craving a cheeseburger from McDonald’s.
I also need the bathroom but I’m sat by the window and don’t want to cause inconvenience to the guy sat next to me. Why am I like this?!
I am on a Regio Bus service from London Victoria to Prague. I choose this option for a number of reasons, including price, but also so I could write about this mode of transport.
As it goes this bus is pretty luxurious, especially compared to my experiences on Mega Bus down the East Coast of the USA.
On this big yellow powerhouse of a bus there is a very welcome breeze of air-con, WiFi, free hot drinks (the cappuccino is lush by the way, I’ve had like 4) and everyone has their own little TV with a selection of movies on offer.
Technically I did set foot in Belgium… I got off the coach in Brussels, had a little run around the street to keep my legs alive, then paraded my sorry ass back to my seat.
The thought of a cooked breakfast and copious amounts of ice cold Czech beer is keeping me going.
So for now I will sign off, carry on scoffing my gummy bears and hope I get a little shut eye before arriving into Prague at 6am for a day of exploring. Wish me luck.