Long bus journeys, the bain of a backpacker's life. However, unless travelling through a particularly scenic part of the country, it makes sense to use the coolest part of the day to tuck three or four hundred miles under your belt and we're slowly getting used to these overnight slogs.
That said, no passenger ever ends up with more than a couple of hours kip, and I'm yet to see anyone disembark without puffing out their cheeks, rubbing their neck and saying something like "Bugger that for a game of soldiers, if you ever see me near another bus, please shoot me".
Pass the gun Wend, we're booked on another one tomorrow.
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