Well I should have expected to feel like this. 36 hours on a coach and I'm smelly, exhausted and slightly dizzy - just an average Sunday evening then.

Managed to get a few hours sleep but not really ready to do a journey like that again any time soon.

It was, however, worth it to see how the landscape changed from the rolling hills of Kent, to the flat plains of Northern France, Belgium and Holland to the wild forests of Poland.

Riga, from what we've seen so far, seems like a pretty medieval city and I'm already looking forward to exploring it tomorrow.

Next blog: Moscow