List of Arrival Day Locations
For some series, the Coach and Brendan appear in different locations of Great Britain & Northern Ireland (or the Republic of Ireland) to pick up 14 tourists at either bed and breakfasts, hotels or airports from Scotland, Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland. For other series, the coach appearing with Brendan has picked up 8 to 14 tourists in mainland European airports.
Here is a list of the locations the coach trip have started from for some first destinations.
| Start Location | Entered Europe, North Africa or Western Asia from | Series |
|---|---|---|
| London | Channel Tunnel via St Pancras railway station | 1 & 7 |
| Port of Dover | 3 | |
| Harwich Port via Chelmsford | 8 | |
| Portsmouth | 4 | |
| Leeds | Hull | 5 |
| Madrid Airport | (n/a - already in Europe) | 2 |
| Milan Airport | 6 | |
| Nice Côte d'Azur Airport | C2 | |
| Prague Ruzyně Airport | C1 | |
| Trondheim Airport, Værnes | Xmas1 | |
| Venice Marco Polo Airport | C3 |
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