Dawn broke in a rather dismal, half-hearted way as we docked in Calais and Kev was behind the wheel for the first leg on foreign soil. The north of the continent can seem a little dull and featureless, not improved by drizzle and traffic jams.

Being on a double decker bus should make things seem smaller but it doesn't always. Take Belgium for example. I'm sure in a car it takes only a few hours to cross it, its only a small country after all. We took 6 hours. We're averaging just over 40mph so far and its been pretty flat.

We have Austria to come. I slept for an hour or two in the afternoon and woke in Germany, to find Steve Priddy in a cheerful mood. He must have found the only speed camera in Europe that we would be capable of triggering and he had been flashed. It was apparently set at 40kph. So, we are now fugitives from the law, making off in our discrete bright red double decker bus, heading for the Austrian border. I'm off to bed now whilst there is a spare bunk.

I've got the graveyard shift of 4am to 6am to drive. I should hopefully take us to Vienna but we'll see if Austria is as hilly as they say it is.