Why do I always forget that sleeping on overnight buses is impossible unless your body is the right size for the seats, (about 4 feet tall) and you have your own gravity system which makes the reclined seat appear something less than vertical? Ah well, going between Spain and Italy at night meant I didn’t have to speak to any French people, but I did get to piss in France. Which is always nice. Shame I missed the scenery though. Maybe I should join a coffin-dodgers daytime bus trip one day to contrast and compare.
Currently my mood means that I think ‘Italian style’ just means that people wear sunglasses that don’t suit them, and Milan is a filthy nasty city. Must go and have a lie down, in contrast to the lie up I was having on the bus for 14 hours.