Friday 9th July - 7:49pm, coach, 50 minutes away

Not much going on. Jasmine is listening to my iPod and says I can charge it so as not to waste the battery once we get to Brunel University. Something tells me this probably won’t happen and that we'll both forget, but I don’t mind. People are still passing magazines around and Oliver and Joe are having a naff backseat fight at the moment. I didn’t think I’d challenge my insecurities before we’d even got to Croatia, but it’s not a bad thing. We've been talking about how much we love Enrique Iglesias after Jasmine found some of his songs on my iPod.