This is anti-yoga.

In fact, a coach trip to the Alps is guaranteed to shorten your hamstrings by 8%.  It is also impossible to do a poo on a coach, so you will arrive at your destination (which, given it is a trip to the Alps will be at least a month after you set off) with 8kg of granite-like shit in your bowels.

If that wasn’t bad enough, your children will be growing spores and most likely stuck to their seat through a combination of liquidised haribo and sherbet (or a wattle and dorb type mixture of hummus and carrot batons, if you are posh).

Whilst the resultant infant inertia may sound quite appealing when compared to the likely alternative (namely that your children will have run up and down the isle for hours, then puked on a mint-sucking granny), you should consider that by the end of the journey they will have asked “are we there yet” 74,000 times, and will have been right next to you the whole way.

It’s impossible to do a poo on a coach – so you will arrive at your destination with 8kg of granite-like shit in your bowels.

Oh, and watch out for “drives” nodding off / reading Autotrader / masturbating through his pocket whilst still at the wheel.

And bus weirdos.  These are like normal weirdos except they have much more patience, and can talk to you for days without asking a single question.  A bit like transfer drivers.

The coach should only really be considered if you are homeless and / or are a bus weirdo yourself.