Day 317: The Fake Southern Cross
Another night of sleeping on a Madagascan minibus wasn't what I was really after when I came here. I feel like a tool now for not staying on the DAL…
Another night of sleeping on a Madagascan minibus wasn't what I was really after when I came here. I feel like a tool now for not staying on the DAL…
Cuba. Cape Verde. Sao Tome and now the Seychelles – why do they have to make it so damn difficult to visit these islands on a boat? The Outer Islands…
Wow. When the guidebook says that Diego is sleepy, they weren't kidding. Which is possibly a good thing as my cold has reached its zenith and I feel like some…
My word, I've awoken in Australia! How'd THAT happen? Oh hang on, no - it's just Madagascar doing a damn fine impression of my crimson-tinctured second home. So today, the…
Grr. I'm highly aggravated today, it's probably best if you keep a safe distance. First up, I get out of bed at the ungodly hour of 6am. Then I head…
My factette about Madagascar being the only country in the world with 4 'a's in the name seemed almost valid, that is until I woke up this morning in a…
Polished off the new Dan Brown book, The Lost Symbol, which is, to be quite blunt, f---ing awful. The 'twist' was more obvious than if Bruce Willis spent the entirety…
So by a bizarre set of coincidences, I find myself back in Mauritius. That's okay – the last time that I came here, I actually left with a profit. This…
The guys from next door came over for a farewell breakfast, which kind of spilled over to a farewell elevenses and then a farewell lunch. In fact, before I left,…
My poor old Vans. Used, abused, stuck to my feet for over 300 days of constant toil and hardship and now imbued with a smell that could only be described…