I saw an advert on the wall of the tram today, promoting bus journeys to assorted European cities at very low prices, including this:
I once took a bus from Paris to London, a relatively short, yet incredibly slow and uncomfortable journey that left me with a lifelong appreciation for luxury transport. I remember my sympathy for the fellow travellers who weren’t stopping there, but were continuing on to Milan. But from Brussels to Moscow? That would be a feat of forbearance. I don’t even want to guess how many days that takes, cramped up into a tightly-packed, DVT-inducing, smelly coach seat.