San Francisco to London, 5371 miles, ten hours. London to Frome, 112 miles, TWENTY HOURS!
Yes, public transport in less developed countries is often unreliable. A brief synopsis of our journey from London: one hour waiting for luggage, 40 minutes waiting for a bus before being told it was cancelled, travelling across Heathrow airport by train, buying tickets for another bus that was cancelled, jumping on a bus to Bristol, spending eight hours on that (for a 2.5 hour journey), staying in a hotel overnight there, catching another bus this morning, meeting Mum and Dad, getting home and having a nice cup of tea.
To be fair to all transport operators, the snow was deep and crisp and even. And the ploughs and gritters got stuck in the same traffic jams as everyone else. 3000 people were stranded in their cars overnight, so I guess we were lucky. Then again, our journey was so long that we actually got chatting to another passenger. America has changed us...
Heathrow at Christmas. Pretty.
A British motorway. After 30 stationary minutes the bus driver got out and started chatting to other motorists.
Dinner time, 11.30pm.
Snug as a bug (finally).
