Most (normal) people might think that 17 hours on a bus is a BAD thing, not I. I think it's quite a GOOD thing actually. I mean, I get to hurtle through the ocean between England and France, on a bus, in a container, THAT's pretty cool, no? I bought an entire stack of cooking magazines and I'm sitting here with my pen and notebook getting my head in the game for the yachting season, rumour has it I'm a chef, or something, so I need to work on THAT one. And, well... there's WIFI on the bus, so I get to play on the internet for 17 hours. There are only three of us on the bus, slightly indicative of other peoples feelings about 17 hour bus trips. But, it was 29 pounds, as apposed to 240 pounds, what was I to do?
17 hour bus journeys from London are also a good excuse to drink Ribena (my favourite), eat peppermint polos and, twiddle your thumbs. Oh and write lots of blog post just because you have nothing better to do
