29 july 2005

The border guards are boreder guards at 3 am so they unceremoniously unload us from the bus - the Spanish with big earings and the Germans with big cameras and the Croats, weary and unsurprised.

Now ten miles later we are on our third coffee break of a so far six hour trip, passsengers smoking and schmoozing as if this was what they'd signed up for, some all-night mobile bar, instead of just a ticket to Croatia.