Gosh Rosie you really are reporting from the front line. Sounds like your journey was rather trying, but am glad you had the Russian wife to help out. Please keep reporting back - it's nice to know that you are ok.
By the way, I found during my travels around Central/South America by bus that generally, the more women and small children on board, the more violent/sexual the movies they played were 
Am home now and trying to decompress after my first day back at work. Everything is really ok, but my heart isn't really in it - yet. Office is nice location, people are friendly and helpful, but it's the whole returning to work thing, plus I am terribly, terribly institutionalised from my old job which I left when I had DD. It was a massive workplace in comparison but that made it so easy as it functioned like a small town. Plus, as time went by, it became smaller and smaller as I got to know so many people there.
Am reassured to find that my marbles haven't left me - my 'work' head is screwed back on and I feel like I know what I'm doing, but just feel a bit meh about the whole thing. I left 15 mins early today in order to get to nursery for 6pm but stupidly took what I thought was a quick route home and got stuck in a big queue of traffic. So then got to nursery 15 mins after pick-up time and burst into tears when I arrived. I think I was experiencing what DD has in the past - getting through the day without thinking about things too much and then being reunited you suddenly remember your loved one and it's just too much. Funny thing was, while I was sobbing into her hair, she was cheerfully waving at everyone heading out the nursery door!
Didn't get home til nearly 7 in the end and I'm now trying to get packed lunches done, clothes washed and everything packed for tomorrow then bed within the hour.
Sorry for long whinge - it all feels a bit overwhelming at the moment. I need
but ought to steer clear tonight...